It’s one full year this very day since Trog Dad and I made the life-changing decision to go Paleo.
The choice was simple. We could either:-
a) succumb to the ravages of middle age and accept that we were getting a bit podgy around the middle, OR
b) put up a fight.
We chose B.
We had already been introduced to a Crossfit gym. It was hard core but addictive. We were feeling the difference in our muscle tone and strength, but wanted to see a more dramatic difference.
I can remember Trog Dad saying to me, “Let’s plan it properly and start in a couple of weeks. It’s such a big change.” I, impetutous as ever, suggested that that was a losing mentality, so we started. Right there and then. Best. Decision. Ever.
The enormous packets of rice and pasta which we had purchased that very week are still sitting in our pantry to this day, virtually untouched.
I am pretty sure that most of our friends thought we were a little bit mental, partly experiencing a mid life crisis, and entirely unlikely to last very long. But we’ve managed to navigate Christmas, rack up a significant number of PBs at the gym, engage our kids into the Paleo family, oh…and lose a lot of weight.
We are still very much a work in progress. At 51 and 46 respectively, these things take time, but it is a one way journey and we aren’t looking back.