Wednesday, September 12, 2012

A tiny rant

Frankly, this eating perfectly thing has entered a bit of a whiny phase. M.H. and I agree that we want to eat Paleo most of the time, but it's becoming crystal clear that we don't want eat Paleo ALL the time. Last weekend, we went to Shakespeare in the Park, had a great time, and really wanted to go out to eat afterward. Specifically, we wanted to eat pizza! And we couldn't! And who had told us we couldn't? Ourselves!

Makes no sense, right? Sigh.

I'm not knocking the Whole30 program; I actually think it's fantastic. They claim it will change your life, and it does. I just think that, having already had my life changed, there are diminishing returns to doing it again.

On the plus side, last night someone, without irony, used the word "tiny" to describe me. Now, I am five-foot-ten and have always had shoulders like a linebacker from all the swimming. And that's when I wasn't at least 50 pounds overweight. Heck, I was a giant hulk of a BABY, so I'm pretty sure that's the first time the word "tiny" has ever been applied to me in my entire life. I guess that's a sign that something is going right. Hilarious.

2 comments:

  1. Unless your one night of pizza will actually derail you entirely, I would suggest that you indulge once in awhile. Uncle C and I have our once a month indulgence "weekend" - which is usually only one day. If you try to be perfect you could soon regret the whole thing and then you really will fall off the rails.

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  2. We are so proud of you! You look great, and I love that you feel great, too!

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