This is it. I’m done.
At the end of this menu, 6 weeks of eating Paleo will be over and done with.
And this is what I thought of it.
I didn’t feel any better. I didn’t have any more energy. I *did* spend a lot of time thinking about chicken pot pies. But we ate really well before this whole experiment and felt good. So I’m not surprised there was no dramatic WOW I’m feeling GREAT moment.
There were on the other hand a, WOW. I’m not pooping moments. It’s not for me.
It might be for you, I get that, but it’s not for me. Nope.
And thank God for that. For one thing, to me food is much more than vitamins.
Food is much, much more than that.
I feel very sad for people who only think of food as a way to nourish their bodies.
Food is life. It’s memories. It’s experience. Food is fun.
And the second someone tries to take my fun away I get angry. And when I get angry I punch people in the throat. I do it with one of those little boxers from an old Rock em’ Sock em set, but it gets my point across nonetheless.
For me, the major strike Paleo has against it is the guilt. Guilt over eating a chip. Guilt over putting a teaspoon of parmesan cheese on my salad. I don’t need any guilt dictating what I do. If I was looking for guilt, I’d get myself a nice Jewish mother who at least knows the value of a good matzo ball soup.
My plan is to transition back to regular eating over a few weeks. But … I bought some really nice classic french onion soup bowls on line last week and I really want to use them. Filled with broth, reduced onions, Parmesan cheese, toasted baguette slices, and Gruyere. And then there’s the Pot Stickers I’ve been dreaming of making for a couple of weeks now. Wanna make those. And lasagna. I keep thinking about lasagna for some reason.
And roast beef with mashed potatoes and yorkshire pudding and macaroni and cheese and quinoa salad and goats cheese on my roasted beets and hamburgers that have an actual BUN and french fries and pizza done on the BBQ and toasted bagels topped with swiss cheese, alfalfa sprouts, mustard and mayonnaise. And a few other things too.
And chicken pot pie. It should be noted that I don’t even like chicken pot pie.
But for now … we’ll be eating this glop.
I realize this menu isn’t exactly slop. Or glop.
But it isn’t exactly lasagna either.