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We did the paleo thing, and to moderate success. It was great… while it lasted. I lost weight, I felt better, but once the holidays hit, I couldn’t stick with it. There’s just too much good food laying around. Food that only comes once a year. So come Christmas Eve, we had great food, and some left. The with Christmas Day, we had great food, and even more left. So I extended the paleoless period until after the new year, and after four false restarts, remain paleoless to this day.
The biggest reason is the problem with my brain feeding me lies and the rest of my brain me agreeing with it. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind something whispers… “It’s so hard…” and the new the rest of my brain, in the voice of Forrest Gump says, “Oka-ay.” and I give up on the paleo plan. Then the one part if my brain (we’ll call it the Lie Center of the brain- everybody has one) says, “We’ll start this over tomorrow.”
The rest of my brain knows this is a lie, of course, but unfortunately doesn’t care enough to do anything about it. But I’m trying. I’m rallying the rest of my brain to overcome the Lie Center. (Yes, there is a sermon in there somewhere.)
I’ve decided to follow a simpler eating plan. Shannon will keep on a more paleolike plan. Benny will stick with the low color low wheat low dairy plan we have been doing.
Now. Dogs. We have a dog. We always said well never have two dogs again. So 1 dog, 2 rabbits, and a cat later, we’re going to get another dog.
Now let’s be clear. I do not adopt animals. I understand the idea behind this. I get to the whole Take Care of Your Animals thing and I Love My Schnauzer concept. But I don’t adopt animals. I’ll play along, and signed “adoption papers” when I got the cat, but there is a serious problem when we equate animals with humanity. I adopt children. They become a part of my family. They become a part of my inheritance. My dogs, love them as I do, get nothing when I die.
For the majority of human history, we had dogs for reasons beyond just a friend to hug. We used them for working, for security, for pest control control. We still do. We used police dogs because should something bad happen, it is better that a dog should fall rather than a man.
Ultimately, adopting animals does more than raise the level of dogs, it lowers humanity. I can’t go there.
But we got us a dog. We’ve got to wait 3 agonizing weeks while the “little” thing gets weaned from its mama.
We chose it for its size, for its gentleness and personality. So be looking for lots of pictures soon, probably of it sleeping in our bed, or in the middle of other family activities.
Out task now is to come up with a name. Oh, the options for names! We’ve got a list of names on the chalkboard trying to decide. Nutmeg? Olive? Ginger? (Are those paleo foods?) Lucy, Maggie, or Olga? Stay tuned.
As Nafe would say, “We’re sikey.” (That’s “excited,” for those not in the know.)
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