“Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business, why not find a better job.” Hafiz
It all started with my mother. Or was it my grandmother? Whatever. Both of them were into home remedies, which led me to believe that I could take care of myself if I just had the right information.
But information kept changing, especially about eating right. Right now my eating plan revolves around three different views about what’s good or not good for the human body. Bear in mind that these are down and dirty descriptions and not a list of all the ins and outs of any of these eating plans.
First there’s Paleo, which embraces a way of eating that includes lots of veggies, a serving of protein, good oils, and some fruit. Dairy and sugar are out as are grains and beans (also known as legumes) and processed food and alcohol.
Next I ran into Wheat Belly, which has a big issue with gluten. They’re similar to Paleo, lots of veggies and good protein, except they allow most cheeses.
Finally I ran smack dab into Lo-Carb, thanks to a friend who befriended the new Atkins and lost 25 pounds without too much trauma. Again, lots of veggies. Do you see a pattern here?
When my husband was having worries about not passing a physical, which meant losing his job, I suggested we give some of these suggestions a try. We started but declared Sunday a free day when we would eat anything that didn’t move out of our field of vision fast enough. After a few weeks of feeling awful on Monday, we gave up our free day.
It wasn’t a carefree start, but we doggedly hit the do-over button whenever necessary. Some of my bothersome, physical ailments disappeared, only to reappear when I did a cheat day with gluten. My husband admitted he was feeling a lot better when he “behaved”.
The other day we went shopping, and unlike hubby’s usual demeanor, dragging through the store and grumbling, he was going through the store at a good clip and humming to himself! Coincidence?
Here is a picture of an actual breakfast that I had the other day. I usually have one to three eggs, depending on how hungry I’m feeling, poached on top of a bunch of steamed veggies. I buy packages of frozen, chopped veggies so it’s just a matter of putting them into a pan with a bit of broth, covering, and steaming them until they’re bright and slightly crisp. Then I add the eggs, cover, and give it another few minutes.
After a couple of months, this way of eating has become second nature. It also feeds into the delusion that I’m in control. We really need to talk about that too.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.