So it’s been nearly three months since we wrapped up The Whole 30 (v2.0), and while we’re not officially off the wagon, we had some setbacks. These were mostly in the form of visitors. Though we LOVE visitors, they tend to come in waves upon waves upon tsunamis, and then we’ve started attending the Church of Oreo without even realizing it. It IS such a delicious faith…
Visitors are kind of like a holiday. An exception. A “I don’t want to make you eat like us” kind of world. Because not everyone loves spaghetti squash when they could have spaghetti pasta. And convincing a non-believer than spaghetti squash is just as good as spaghetti pasta is damn near impossible (although it totally is). Because eating paleo for more than 2.5 people gets expensive very quickly, when you’re buying meat meat meat.
And then someone buys a package of cookies and a 12 pack of Pepsi, and you’re like, “WHATEVER! I’M ON VACATION!” But you’re not. It’s like, late April.
Then there’s the whole knock-over-the-head realization of Sugar = Drug = I feel SO much better, Ahhh.
We recovered and detoxed from one visit, only to get hit by another few visitors back-to-back, and suddenly, I’m actually excited when RR’s not interested in her peanut butter sandwich, cause then I get to eat it. It’s a slippery slope.
This week, we had good intentions. But then this week is for shit. There’s the whole bit about not being pregnant, followed by my wife’s super long busy week, and the last adult music class last night (AKA SO MUCH BEER).
This is all to say that eating paleo, although delicious, rewarding, and cleansing, is as hard as it is easy. Or, rather, willpower is hard. Walking by the bagel place that sells steaming, hot, fresh cinnamon raisin bagels… and walking… and walking… is actually the hard part. This isn’t to say that I sometimes lose. That I find myself in the grocery store picking up an oven pizza, chips and salsa, a pint of ice cream, and some Pinwheels, happens because THIS WEEK IS HARD.
But! The part where we are still members of the Church of Paleo is when I realize that I don’t like sugar in my coffee anymore. That a larabar is more delicious than a hot bagel, and makes me feel less like crap. That I want to go to the gym in the afternoon and not feel lethargic and wanting to nap on the sit-up bench.
I could easily give up. But then I’d easily be 50 pounds heavier. (No, really) It’s not about looking better in jeans, it’s being alive longer, and keeping up with my VERY. FAST. toddler. So I’ll keep walking past the bagel shop, but not every day will it be easy, or will I be happy about it. Still yet – has to be done.