Mik had his third and final birthday party tonight—a homemade ice cream and card-playing extravaganza with my parents. I made a non-dairy coconut milk ice cream, which made my dad laugh. Approximate quote: "It's sure an adventure eating over here now. You're always cooking something, like, made of walnuts and grass…with a handful of dandelions for color."
Ho ho. If he thinks coconut milk ice cream is bad, then he will not enjoy eating over here in the next 30 days, because I'm about to get MEDIEVAL on my diet. I'm doing another month of very strict Paleo eating (aka the Whole30), and this time I'm doing it to the letter and committing to get serious about exercising as well. (For me, that means yoga, walking, weights, and at least one sprint workout a week.) The third priority is going to be getting to bed in time to get eight hours of sleep every night.
This seems like the perfect time to do this again. School is back in session. I don't see any visitors or celebrations on the horizon for the next 30 days. I'm not particularly busy with work. Plus, I've been at kind of a weight plateau for a couple of months. If you buy the homeostasis stuff I've been reading about, my body's set point has moved from keeping me hovering around 188 pounds to keeping me at about 163 pounds. Now, don't get me wrong: My new set point is terrific. I LOVE my new set point. I'd just really like to know what it could be if I started doing everything right for a while. Or, you know, as right as I know how to do it.