My dad labeled my diet “Weeds and Seeds” when I was a hot young thing just out of college. And it was true. I ate a close to what is now called Paleo diet. That and faithful exercise kept me in pretty good condition. As a picture always give more proof than idle words on a page, I give you Me At Twenty-Three: ignore the hideous dress, I was a Romantic, and Laura Ashley was my Identity. (And just as an aside, don’t I look like a fairy-sprite? Cant you imagine me with fairy wings and a wreath in my hair? 🙂 )
I went to see a dermatologist recently due to redness on my face that comes and goes. During our consultation, Dr Hornig told me that I was choked up with inflammation, and I needed to stop eating gluten and embrace a Paleo diet. I have been gradually switching to the mediterranean diet, but she doesn’t think any pasta at all is a good idea. So I am going to try “Weeds and Seeds” again. The main problem is inconvenience. It is so much easier to grab a sandwich then to wash and cut up a load of veggies and fruit. Although I don’t taste carbs well, they are easy and convenient. So, today I tried it. A veggie frittata for breakfast, cherries picked from my cherry tree for lunch, yogurt and chia/hemp/walnuts and…..macaroni and cheese. Yes, I fell off the wagon at the end. But I was tired from cherry picking and weeding the yard, and the mac and cheese was Leftovers. Heat and serve. My kinda meal.
That is what is so awesome about Tomorrows. They are there to chart a new path. Every tomorrow is an opportunity for greatness. Or eating a Paleo diet. My husband is the Shopper. I hate shopping, too much stimulation, too many choices. Of course, when I shop the bill is 40% lower, but we run out of everything and mom is vilified.
Brent: Did you put items you want on the list?
Me: Just get me stuff for a Paleo diet.
B: Do you know what that is?
Me: Weeds and seeds
B: You haven’t read up on it have you….
Me: No, but it’s hunter-gatherer stuff. Just hunt and gather it, will you?
B: You need a cookbook.
Me: You don’t cook it! You chop and eat!
B: [Eye rolling]
I should tape conversations at my house. We are a sit-com in the making. My husband and I have a semi-humorous battle raging on everything known to domesticity. Never dull. So I shall gather what he hunts and see if I feel better and have fewer medical issues. Of course, with everything steeped in chemicals, I shall probably die faster……