Yesterday I mentioned that I'm starting to get the blues, the tired-of-eating-the-same-thing blues. Then, last night, I went to Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament to celebrate my brother-in-law's twenty-eighth birthday, and I went from feeling bored to feeling bored and damn proud.
Because of Paleo, I didn't have to question whether or not I was going to fill and refill my medieval mug with soda, nor would I splurge on cocktails or wine. Water for me, thanks. I didn't have to try the garlic bread to see if it was good or not, I just needed to pass it to my hubby and let him delight in the extra piece of tomato soup sopping material. Because of Paleo I got full on the chicken and the vegetable and completely ignored the apple turnover that was placed before me during the jousting round. And when the evening was done, and the victorious night was crowned, I too felt victorious. Victorious over crap!
Later that night as Adam and I exited the freeway headed toward our apartment I thought to myself, "I deserve a donut". After all, I had been so "good". And I knew (because I know my husband well) that all I had to do was say the word and we would have zipped over to our favorite 24 hour donut spot for a dose of whatever was the freshest.
Now, because I knew he would indulge me I kept mouth shut. And then those blues began to set in again. To make matters worse, the weight loss honeymoon is over. My body has gotten used to my new way of eating and is no longer shocked and shedding water, causing the scale to go down a little everyday. It's all hard work and metabolism for here on in. The worst part about my blues is that I'm beginning to get that 'why bother' feeling. That 'throw in the towel' feeling. That 'have the damn donut' feeling. And it's only Day 15! It's the Paleo Blues!
Bluesy guitar solo, play me out.