Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Ah, the ubiquitous promise of revitalized health.
I'll be better tomorrow!
If only chocolate weren't so tempting!
Why can't I just get rid of these blasted pounds?
I've been here more times than I care to count, and previously, it was just about me. It was about getting in shape for a boy. It was about getting in shape for a long-distance run. It was about getting in shape for my wedding. It was about this, it was about that.
But it was never about the "right" things.
I'm a mom to a beautiful, spunky, intelligent, compassionate 17-month-old girl, GirlMac (GM). And I want to give her what I've never had: a good, healthy role model.
It's taken me this long to realize this and actually MEAN it. I gave it lip service, but I don't want her relying on Cheerios or dino nuggets. I want to cultivate and foster her desire to play outside, to find and value her own health. And for her to do that, I have to do that.
No more fad diets, no more pills. I'm embracing a "modified" Paleo diet because I found that it works for me, and I feel good when I'm doing it. I don't have the issues with dairy, so I'll keep yogurt (and cheese as a treat). For the time being, I'll keep rice in the mix, partly because I like it, and partly because it's something my family will eat. Does all of this qualify as Paleo? Probably not - maybe experimental or gluten-free is the better way to go.
However you slice it - it's the beginning of the Return of the Momma Mac.