Paleo

This morning I poured myself a nice glass of almond milk.  Then I carefully cut open a single serving of egg white protein powder and mixed it in.  Then, with little egg white chunks poorly mixed I downed it. Chewed down the powdery parts.  Followed it up with two Omega-3 fish oil pills.  Gag.

At my desk I've had a few cashews, handful of blueberries, and about four nice raspberries.  I always feel like I'm really living well when eating raspberries.  They're so delicate.  Must be costly to deliver that fresh little morsel from where ever it grew. 

This is my life now.  The CrossFit cult I joined has gone into the brain-washing phase of modifying my diet.  No processed foods.  No soft drinks. No refined sugars.  Fine.  Not even grains. No beans. No rice.   But no dairy?  For goodness sake.  A guy likes to get his Gorgonzola on every now and then.  What's so blue about cheese?  OK, fine, I'll do it.  No red wine either? Is that even healthy?  I'm finding out, mostly, via the 8-week Paleo diet I'm attempting.  

I must say, going into week two of this all vegetable, fruit, seed/nut, meat/seafood diet, that I feel 'clean'.  I'm taking food into perspective.  Something most people don't do.  We just eat.  And boy we eat a lot.  I sat in a business lunch recently, drinking a small V-8 (which I hope is allowed) and watched four grown men devour heaping piles of pizza.  How pretentious I must have looked to them?

When you're not a participant in the frenzy its not nearly as attractive.   I didn't even salivate. Just rolled my eyes now and then with each passing bite.