Sorting my fucking self out – an update on the paleo/faileo adventure

Earlier this year I looked down at my sad and sorry self and decided enough was enough. I changed the way I ate and I did a bit more exercise. I cut out all grains, all sugar, most alcohol, I installed a pull up bar. The strictness lasted all of a month then I got a bit easier on myself.

Cutting out wheat was the big thing. Back in the day (when I was bloated and unhappy) I’d have toast for breakfast, pasta for lunch and pizza for tea – all low fat, no butter on the toast so I thought that was ok. Except it wasn’t ok because low fat diets make me feel hungry and I am not a nice person when I am hungry.

Instead of wheat or any sort of grain I just have more vegetables and more fat now. I’ve not cut wheat out totally but I feel a whole lot better when I do and I don’t have it every day now, once a week max. I no longer get that desperate shaking hunger I used to get. I get hungry but it doesn’t make me feel sick or make me feel faint any more, so I guess my blood sugar has leveled out which is good news when loads of your family have diabetes, like mine. I have puddings still, I have a very soft spot for cheesecake. It’s easier for me just to decide I don’t eat bread than to be restrained with it which is a shame because my bread baking skills had just got good before I gave it up. I know that if I baked a loaf now I’d be gorging on it as soon as it came out of the oven. I am not to be trusted with it.

I plan my meals around a chunk of protein, some fat (butter, olive oil, coconut oil or fat in meat or avocados) and the rest is veg. I try to avoid white potatoes but I’m not strict. And I eat cheese sometimes too. I just eat like that 3 times a day and I don’t get hungry in between. I get bored of meat but I like fish, I miss making pasta and baking cakes and bread. I cook a lot of sludgy broth stew things in my slow cooker.

I’m not going to inflict a picture of my tummy on you this time – it’s about the same as it was in week 2, my size 12 things fit but it’s winter and I have 5 layers of thermals on which are not coming off unless sex is involved.  It’s so cold in my house that I keep a kettleball in the front room just so I can warm myself up with a bit of exercise.

This is working for me because when I do fail I don’t beat myself up about it any more. I’m not weighing or counting anything, not even myself now. I can tell when I need to lay off the puddings and pints because my clothes are tight.

It’s been weird getting my head around not having a carb on the plate, I’m so conditioned to that being how we should eat but now I don’t think that is true. And wheat really is murder.