Like most human beings, I have faults. In this case, my fault is that I fail to take my own advice.
You see, I'm almost at my heaviest weight that I've ever been. Most wouldn't call me fat, but there's definitely some soft spots. Human beings are not meant to look this way. The average modern man is not much to look at because he has abused his body with industrial food for years and hasn't moved the way nature intended him to do since childhood. Man should look flabby and content, he should be lean and hungry.
Sometimes, I reach a tipping point. And at that point I muster up every ounce of will power I can to make a change. Right now, I don't look like a man should. That has to change.
I'm going to go on a 30 Day Paleo Challenge and eliminate all modern foods from my life. From now until the 10th of November, not one cheeseburger or beer will be consumed by me.
I need this bad.
So, here are my rules:
I will eat whenever I feel like it though I will not be afraid of skipping a meal and going hungry for a few hours. Like Homer, I've eaten the lotus-flower for too long and have been anesthetized. Hyper-palatable modern foods have the sinister trait of making you lose your desire and passion for life. Think about how you feel after a couple of beers and 20 chicken wings. Your belly is full and your content. But something is a little off. There is something artificial to the feeling. Really what is happening is the food is numbing you to the pain of life. Unfortunately, life is characterized by pain and sadness. You need to learn to deal with this without resorting to dulling the pain with food.
That's what I've been doing and it's going to stop.
OK. Sorry but I think I'm being a tad too heavy here. Let's lighten up a bit.
For the past few weeks I haven't been exercising or watching my diet too closely. I think stress has gotten the best of me and it's hard to not let go when things in your life get ugly.
But things have gotten much better lately so there's no excuse for me now. If I don't get my act together, it's no one's fault but my own.
You see, I'm almost at my heaviest weight that I've ever been. Most wouldn't call me fat, but there's definitely some soft spots. Human beings are not meant to look this way. The average modern man is not much to look at because he has abused his body with industrial food for years and hasn't moved the way nature intended him to do since childhood. Man should look flabby and content, he should be lean and hungry.
Sometimes, I reach a tipping point. And at that point I muster up every ounce of will power I can to make a change. Right now, I don't look like a man should. That has to change.
I'm going to go on a 30 Day Paleo Challenge and eliminate all modern foods from my life. From now until the 10th of November, not one cheeseburger or beer will be consumed by me.
I need this bad.
So, here are my rules:
- Paleo foods only (with limited dairy)
I will eat whenever I feel like it though I will not be afraid of skipping a meal and going hungry for a few hours. Like Homer, I've eaten the lotus-flower for too long and have been anesthetized. Hyper-palatable modern foods have the sinister trait of making you lose your desire and passion for life. Think about how you feel after a couple of beers and 20 chicken wings. Your belly is full and your content. But something is a little off. There is something artificial to the feeling. Really what is happening is the food is numbing you to the pain of life. Unfortunately, life is characterized by pain and sadness. You need to learn to deal with this without resorting to dulling the pain with food.
That's what I've been doing and it's going to stop.
OK. Sorry but I think I'm being a tad too heavy here. Let's lighten up a bit.
For the past few weeks I haven't been exercising or watching my diet too closely. I think stress has gotten the best of me and it's hard to not let go when things in your life get ugly.
But things have gotten much better lately so there's no excuse for me now. If I don't get my act together, it's no one's fault but my own.
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