I have a love/hate relationship with food. I love it. It hates me. We’ll it loves my ass and inner-thighs, and it has a special infatuation with the area below my belly button, and my breast. At least that what it keeps showing me, by insisting on hanging out there. Eating Paleo is an attempt to change the way I think about food, and hopefully a way to change the way it lands on me. Like a drug addict fiendishly seeking her next hit, I keep trying to recreate food that looks like the drug. Much of my food is the O’douls of paleo living, which I think might be making it difficult for me to eat clean all the time.
I think I am going to make a concious effort to stop making “paleo” alternatives unless I am going for a special occasion or something. I mean do I really need a case of Paleo Macaroons in my fridge at all times?
Today I went on a nice, tempo run to Lanikai Beach, where I thought… hmmm, this is the perfect place for 150 squats for time (8:50:9 – I will be faster if I stop burning my legs before the WOD.)
When I finished, I remembered I was also still 3.2 miles away from home… silly girl. So I started running, then I stopped for water. Drink the water, ever so slowly while I walked 1 mile or so, then ran some more. Spotted a starbucks and ran inside for a short black coffee (read:excuse to stop again) and then walked up the hill with the coffee to home. I thought a 10K was a bit much for the a.m. 🙂
Tonight, I have a little book review with a friend who I am reading the Oz Principle with and I amcurrently cooking Kalua Turkey and Cabbage for our dinner…
Breakfast: an apple (post workout)
Snack: 2 hardboiled eggs
Lunch: leftover chicken livers
Dinner: Kalua Turkey and Cabbage