So, in June of 2014, things were going very, very well. I'd just taken on a new job, I had joined a new gym and was eating some fantastic foodstuffs, which is what I'll focus on, since this is the Paleo forum.
Then came The Perfect Storm. I'll detail it and hopefully make sense of it along the way; there's a logic behind posting this.
I received an eviction notice in June which led to a chaotic week of packing things up and throwing them in boxes and looking for houses (I was co-tenanting at the time). As you can imagine, take-aways became a significant player during this time.
Then I moved into a totally unfurnished house and had to start up a kitchen from scratch. I had three days in which to attempt to kit out the house and then went off to a residential contract where you had to eat what you were given (and having absolutely no money on account of the eviction/move/kitting out the kitchen, going out to buy my own meals simply wasn't an option).
Anyway, I return from that and get signed up to another new gym and buy in some lovely stuff and Paleo is back on track. I'm feeling pretty gross and bloated at this point.
Second residential contract then, two weeks this time – it is stodge city. Again, no money, so I have to eat what comes my way.
This is the end of August now. I'm a teacher, so it's cool – new school year, new rules. And I start well, it's chilis and salmon and eggs and veggies but I don't have a freezer and that throws me. That throws me far, far more than I expected, not having a freezer. I can't bulk cook without eating the same meal four days in a row. Dammit, fine, I'll just buy tortilla chips to go with this chili tonight, or I'll just buy rice to throw into this stir fry. Drip drip drip goes the first few drops of the waterfall of failure, eh?
Oh god, my leg. My shoulder. Disaster at the gym and I can't work out. So I get the beers in because eh, it's only for a week, eh?
OFSTED come in. For those of you who don't know, OFSTED are the inspectors that grade UK schools for their quality. This is stressful. Get more beers in.
Gas fails. Can't cook. Workmen in.
It's December, Christmas is coming, parties and pantos and gatherings and visits and…
From 73kg to 92kg in those months. I weigh more than I ever have. I have breasts, my belly hangs over my belt and tomorrow I will buy new jeans because I cannot fit into my current pair. I'm genuinely disgusted by myself.
However, with the New Year around the corner, my excitement at getting back to the Paleo Diet is ridiculous (I'm on holiday still, waiting until I return to the country I live and work in before I start routines).
It's got to be a useful cautionary tale, as it were. I was presented with a barrage of opportunities to excuse myself from eating in the manner that I had become accustomed to and this is the result:
http://i.imgur.com/uBx85Vc.jpg
Let me get back to you in six months. June 22nd, 2015 – my 31st Birthday, we'll see how I've done since today. I'll be around, folks, regular use of this forum as something that really helped me out in getting into Paleo in the first place. God help me, I've never needed it more!
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