Who am I and where did "Home Girl" go?
It's no secret that I am a "Foodie". According to the Urban Dictionary (because you know that's the best source to find out what shit means), a "Foodie" is a
I have always been a thick Home Girl. I had junk in the trunk and it was well packed. I have struggled with my weight for what has seemed like forever. Up and Down, Up and Down, Success and Failure, a friggin' roller coaster. I thought this was the only way. It was either Feast or Famine.
I blamed my weight on genetics, on a slow metabolism, on me not working out, on finances.
Because the USDA guidelines state that I should eat a low fat diet that includes 6-8 servings of grains a day, I tried to follow as closely as possible, but the weight would not stay off and with each sizable loss, I would quickly gain it all back and more.
Just like most Americans.
I ate crappy and my health just kept on deteriorating. I could not explain it...or maybe it was the fact that I refused to understand what was really going on in my body. My vehicle. My car.
Realize this: most Americans, scratch that, MOST PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, would rather put high quality gasoline and oil into their cars and crap into their mouths. How convoluted is that concept?
By the time I was 49, I was experiencing some serious health consequences. I was having TIA stroke symptoms on a daily basis, I had numbness and pain on my left side, I could not walk for more than 10 steps without being breathless, I dealt with chronic joint pain and swelling...I was figgin' miserable and a part of me knew that death was knocking on my door.
Loudly Rapping....like the ATF on a drug dealers house.
I didn't have health insurance (like most everyone else) and now I see that as a blessing, because when faced with this decision whether to live or die, I had to quickly choose a different solution.
|Home Girl pushing close to 300 Pounds before "Waking Up"|
Call it an intervention from God or whatever, but two very special women (Mama and Miss A) spoke gently to me and told me there was something that could save my life. They called it Paleo.
They took me by the hand and walked me through changing my life. I ditched the wheat, white sugar, and all other allergen food sources. I went cold turkey. It hit it hard.
I refused to let what I was putting into "my car" be the determining factor on the legacy I was leaving for myself and my children.
I was determined to do everything I could to ensure I was around for my kids and future grandchildren.
I have now been living Paleo for 11 weeks and my life has changed in so many ways. Yes, the weight loss is dramatic, but it only proves that I should have been fueling myself with healthy choices all along.
I have gone from a size 24-26 to a 16-18 and am getting ready to move down yet another size. My health problems are slowly resolving. It will be a long road, but I finally feel that the GPS is reset and I know where I'm going.
There is nothing that can or will stop me from achieving my health goals.
Living Paleo has given me the gift of life again.
Am I still a Foodie? Oh, most definitely, it's just that now I'm cooking with fresh, mostly organic, REAL food. There's super high test fuel in my sports car.
I need it so I can race on the Monster Mile Track.
This is Home Girl and nothing can stop me...