Dear friends from afar,
I’m writing today to let you know that I am still in Paleo-land only now I’m stuck on a ledge. A plateau of sorts. Despite my very best efforts this week, I have lost a mere one pound. This, after losing eight last week. Now, I know you’ll tell me that weight plateaus happen all the time and I shall believe you.
I seem to recall back in the day (circa 1997) after my gastric bypass surgery this very same issue. Friends would lose a metric shit-ton of weight in like two nano-seconds (exaggeration for effect, kids) and then BLAMMO! Nothing for two weeks. Oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth! The despair! Ah, good times indeed.
While I’d like to despair because it’s one of my natural inclinations (along with whining and feeling left out), I shall not! Oh no. I’ve had no bread, no sugar, not much dairy (just a wee bit o’half-n-half) and no (bad) carbs in general. Time will out. And, since this is now how I plan to eat 99% of the time, it matters not how long it takes to drop some poundage, right? (RIGHT???)
( My goal was 25 down by my birthday (less than one month away) so I best jump my ass off this plateau soon.)
You know, or not. Whatever my body decides.
It’s all good.
Anyone buying that?
Didn’t think so.
Love and Kisses,
Paleo Princess of Maryland
PS: I cannot cook worth shit but I keep trying. I’m going to start a blog of my worst paleo cooking disasters because I don’t have enough to do.