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This may affect how you think of me…
…but it's not the prospect of a pastured-beef-liver-filled-grass-fed-meatball that gets me out of bed in the morning.
In fact, I find it kind of hard to get out of bed in the morning, no matter how much weird food awaits.
Strange confession, I know. But the truth is, despite all the liver in my freezer and pastured eggs in my fridge; despite my more-than-adequate vitamin D levels and my love of lard, I've been in a Primal Hole lately. I've been stuck in my own little world of ERMAGERD LETS TALK ABOUT FOOD ALL THE TIME FOREVER, which usually makes me happy, but lately I've been…meh.
I've been pretty lost as to why. My food is perf. The nutrients are flowing. My sat-fat is sat-fatting all over this mug. (Literally. This mug is full of saturated fat.)
(PS: I do like big mutts. One slobbery, sweet one in particular.)
I believed I had all the ingredients to bake up some Paleo-fied happiness, but I just haven't been feeling like a happy-peppy-person.
The curtains opened when Mark Sisson's new book, The Primal Connection, arrived at my door.
This book couldn't have hit me harder if the UPS guy'd thrown it at my head. From the moment I opened it, in fact, I was smacking myself in the head. There are so many gems in this book – I can hardly stand it. It's everything I needed to understand what may be amiss for me – namely, me.
It'd be harsh to say “I'm doing it wrong,” but the truth is – the disconnect is ME.
What Mark did with this book was remind me, powerfully and primally yet with the backing of solid science, that it's not just about food. It's about connecting with what makes us beings on the Earth.
- That's shutting off “technology” and realizing that more screen time doesn't mean more productivity.
- That's stopping the ridiculous quest for somebody else's brand of perfection.
- That's realizing that work MUST wait.
- That's cultivating a TRIBE; being part of a community, and allowing interaction for the sake of interaction (not work!) to invigorate me.
- That's touching, feeling, moving, being in nature. (Preferably with bare feet, and with the Gokhale method in mind)
- That's realizing that it doesn't matter if potatoes are Paleo if my feet haven't touched the bare-ass ground all day.
There's science behind all of this. Real science. And common sense. Mark covers all of it. Real health starts with how we live, not just what we eat.
Of course, food is wrapped up in the “how we live” equation, but health requires more than just clean food – and that can't be ignored. I see it more clearly now than ever in my nutritional therapy practice, where people eating so-called perfect diets are seeing issues that Mark's philosophy would, I suspect, address completely.
Here's something that's really, really sad: I used to go outside every day. The Paleo Pooch and I covered at least 4 miles rain, wind, sleet, hell or high water. We once walked our route in 18″ of snow. Not kidding.
But now there are days when I don't go outside at all. Weekdays are workdays, and I'll go outside on the journey from car to office and back. Weekends are catch-up days, and there are times when I realize, 36 hours later, that I have neither been outside nor noticed the weather or the sun. Sure, I go to yoga and CrossFit, but those are inside activities too. I know I'm not the only one who's had these pitfalls of modern life slip by unnoticed.
I've been blessed with amazing work and an amazing community, but I've been talking to them through a computer instead of in-person. I've been Skyping-in my friendships.
The first thing I touch when I wake up in the morning isn't the handsome Cave-husband to whom I'm beyond blessed to be married. It's my iPhone (I know, I know) as I check, with one bleary eye open, the e-mails that came in during the night.
The dog has a doggie-door so he can hang in the backyard while I type-type-type and text-text-text.
I've buried myself the last 2 years trying to do everythingeverythingallthetime, never shutting off the computer or my phone. And, unfortunately, during that time, nobody has gotten my best. And I've definitely lost myself a little.
I'm going to change a few things, and if The Primal Connection is right, it's going to change my health and my mind-set. Unfortunately, I can't always bring my camera-phone along for the ride, but I'll sure write about it…when I plug back in.
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