I’m an all-or-nothing kind of gal.
Remember that recent post about making gradual, healthy lifestyle changes? Baby steps in big bad butch boots?
Blew that bitch out of the water. Already. And it’s only been three days.
I’d pretend to be embarrassed, but what’s the point? That’s just me.
Slow and steady? That’s for other people. And turtles.
I need a plan. And a matching checklist.
The plan has to be sexy and new. Something that I can commit to with every single fiber of my impulsive being.
I asked W which diet plan sounds better.
- Clean Eating.
- Weight Watchers.
- South Beach.
- Low carb.
She said Clean Eating.
I told her that she was wrong.
It’s Primal. Without a doubt.
Think cave women. Tiger-striped loin cloths. Hunting for your own food. Living off the land. Long, wild sexy hair. Tossing your woman over your shoulder and heading back to the cave after sunset for something really primal.
I did Atkins about two years ago and lost a considerable amount of weight in a relatively short period of time. W and I were having a commitment ceremony, so I wanted to look good in my pinstriped pants and vest.
I found that I could live without bread and pasta. I also discovered that I had incredible amounts of energy when I stopped eating carbs and sugar.
Like energy to paint a small house or perhaps start my own cat farm.
But this time around I thought I’d go Primal. It’s not as restrictive as Atkins (at least the early stages of Atkins). For those of you who aren’t familiar with Primal or Paleo, plan participants eat meat, fish, vegetables, fruits, nuts and seeds. Processed foods, grains, legumes and most dairy are no-nos.
Quite frankly, I like the idea of going all Tarzan with my food choices. Something about beating my chest and swinging from a vine appeals to me. Maybe it’s the whole taking control of my life thing in a very forceful way.
What can I say, I like a good gimmick. Especially when its wearing a loin cloth. And a bikini top.