It's been hotter than Hades, ladies. Perfect watermelon weather. Since no one reads over here it seems high time to make an introduction. On my old paleo blog (the first time I did a Whole 30 experiment) I wrote,
I'm a 30-something and a recent suburban transplant trying to make it back to my walkable city. A wellness industry professional for more years than is youthful to admit, I've been an avid student of nutrition since my malnourished teens. And oh, what mistakes I have made.
I've eaten: SAD, lacto-ovo vegetarian, vegan, junk-food-falafel-only vegan, Taco Bell-and-Jagermeister vegan, raw vegan, raw, macrobiotic, espresso and cigarettes, French fat fallacy, all-cheese-all- the-time, the coffee-carrot-pretzel diet, among others.
My life changed and I enjoyed much better mental and physical health following the comparatively fantastic Weston A. Price style. And for one brief 2-3 month period this past fall, I had a life-changing experiment with paleo / primal eating that left me feeling better than anything has before or since.
I live in a cute Bay Area town with my muffin-loving Dubious Husband and my butter-loving progeny, the (Soon-to-be) Paleo Kid. I look forward to 30 days of full paleo eating (though you can have my coffee when you pry it from my cold, dead hands). I'm filled with great enthusiasm and not a little trepidation at the thought of a month without even a teeny sip of wine.
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