I’m goin’, I’M GOIN’

The wunderground calls for freezy sneezy weather tomorrow, and the wood pile looks low. I have to go cut up some wood and truck it back home. It’s too cold. It will be uncomfortable. I should have done this before. Why me?

I’m goin’, I’M GOIN’

Day 21

Today marks the end of a three week stint of eating Paleo. The biggest change that I’ve noticed is that I don’t feel hungry, like I used to. Now hunger is more of a choice than a compulsion. Now hunger means “you should eat sometime within the next few hours.” It used to mean, “FOOD, NOW!”

And the definition of food was much broader then. Now it means anything paleolithic humans could obtain with the aid of a sharp stick, and requiring minimal preparation. Before reorienting to Paleo ┬áit meant, anything inside the local Food Zoo. So if it was on the menu 40,000 years ago it’s okay, but if it comes from the center isles of the store you probably want to avoid it.

I had resisted getting on a scale for most of the 21 days, but acquiesced yesterday. I hadn’t felt a great difference or noticed a change in shape, but the scale says I lost 20 pounds. I think I’ll keep this up.

The Snow Came

This was days ago, but I wanted to share it. We had a sudden snow storm. Big fat wet flakes clustered on every surface. The snowballs were great, so long as you didn’t compact them. Within a half an hour the limbs on all the trees were coated white. We were playing a sort of snowball ambush scenario when CRACK. Three sections of a low hanging tree collapsed under the weight of the snow, falling onto the porch of the studio. There was no real damage, other than the poor tree. There were words of sadness, which I agreed with, but also in my heart there was glee.

That tree had punched me in the face regularly, as I was walking up onto or down from the porch for years, but I could never bring myself to cut it back. With one gentle snow the weather had absolved me of guilt and cleared away the menace. I cleaned up the debris with a smile on my face.

Getting Started

I tried a Paleo diet some time back, but have decided to start again. In the last few days I’ve realized that sugar is a clock for me. And that I use it to punctuate my day. It is my reward for getting up in the morning, and going to bed at night. The empty gets so big, but a quick yum down on a slab of steak seems to lessen my hollowness. If you would please excuse me.