I Didn’t Kill Anyone Either
I started in 1992 when I cut out wheat flour and sugar and my life changed overnight.
High protein, low carbs.
That nagging feeling of being constantly under the weather disappeared and after about a week’s detox, I felt better than I’d ever felt before.
Fewer processed foods, preferably none. When I was married to a vegetarian we never ate meat for dinner. I ate lentils and beans for dinner for SIX years.
For the record, I am not strict Paleo but I could easily be.
The most violent reaction I ever experienced was here on Medium when someone I’d never met wrote not one, but two responses which repeatedly used the phrase “Fuck Paleo”.
Why is Paleo perceived as such a threat?
Why does the fact that the Paleo lifestyle helps me become so burdensome for someone I’ve never met?
Why did this person call it a fad?
Why was it perceived as a personal affront?
And what is the point in being angry at such an abstraction?
I’ve been doing this since 1992. My skin cleared up, my constant stomach aches disappeared. I, too, lost weight and more importantly kept it off.
Imagine my delight when Paleo started getting popular in cafes and restaurants here in Copenhagen. I was in my seventh heaven.
Until I noticed that one of the franchises was using processed ham in their rolls. Ugh!
My top priority is no flour, no sugar.
I eat fruit.
When I first started, I ate boiled chunks of fish for breakfast. Maybe that’s an English thing; like kippers. My uncle has intimated that we have an Englishman in the DNA woodpile. I didn’t need to eat for many hours afterwards. I liked the taste and the way it made me feel.
Not that my value is determined by others, but how do you think it feels when both men and women tell me how fabulous I look?
Yesterday I wore an Italian linen dress that I’d designed myself that fit my perfectly-proportioned 100–70–100 body to a T. I noticed a woman gawking openly.
This is a happy ending to a story that didn’t begin well:
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