I'm contemplating a major overhaul of my lifestyle. I can't go Paleo just yet but I need to rethink and find a different approach to the way I look at food and fitness.
To put it succinctly, I need to switch it around. I need to look at fitness, being active and healthy, as essential, as fun, and as fascinating. I need to apply what i know and what I read. I also need to not pay attention to food blogs, shows, tweets, articles, and books.
I might not be able to do it because cooking and feeding others yummy food is so much a part of me. I sometimes think it would be easier if I couldn't cook or didn't like to. But having the desire and to a lesser extent the skill, to cook what I see and what I want to eat, undermines my ability to accept a grilled chicken breast in a bed of arugula. Why not add some crispy pancetta, a soft poached egg, and some anchovies? Now that would make a good salad and pair perfectly with a bottle of wine followed by chocolate cake!
Somehow I need to tweak my thinking to look more like this: Hey! I have fifteen minutes, I should do some crunches and lunges and then eat a zero fat yogurt with 12 plain almonds and an orange.
My motivation is multi-fold (which by the way autocorrected as multi "food" so you see my problem!): I'm tired of wearing ill fitting clothes. I'm tired of being tired. I want to set a good example for my girls. I have a significant event coming up at the end of the summer and I don't want to be the most uncomfortable person in the room photoshopping all the pictures to show only my head. And mostly, while from a biochemical perspective I'm healthy; I dread becoming someone who has to see a doctor on a regular basis for unhealthy reasons in another five or ten years. I'd rather see my chiropractor and a massage therapist (and an aesthetician! Because I could use pedicures on a regular basis!!) to optimize my health.
So I'm not committing to anything just yet. But I can say while my Easter menu will prominently feature lamb; our table will also be laden with delicious veggies and maybe this year less cheese and chocolate. Maybe.
(It should go without saying my Mark loves me no matter whether I choose to make some changes or not. He makes me feel pretty fabulous.)