Yesterday morning I had a GINORMOUS fruit bowl for breakfast. Tiny Kroger had pineapples for a buck, so I had two of those cut up and ready to eat, along with a couple quarts of sliced strawberries, a bunch of bananas, some kiwis and some oranges. I peeled and sliced and diced and got my five servings of fruits or vegetables all in one swell foop. (I know it kind of sounds like I had two pineapples and two quarts of strawberries for breakfast. I didn't. Half a cup of each.)
Then I went to work, where I dragged around all morning. I came home, ate and rested. A lot. Fixed dinner and took a short walk afterward, then ate a little more. Then went to bed. EXHAUSTED. And HUNGRY.
My normal breakfast looks like that photo: two or three slices of bacon and two eggs, sunny side up. The difference in protein between the two days' morning meals is night and day, and I learned a lesson from it.
I. Need. Protein. Especially in the morning.
It's been a month since I went paleo-crazy, and I've noted a few things:
- I've taken maybe two Aleve this month. I had previously taken two or three each day.
- The right hip pain I thought was IT Band Syndrome or arthritis is almost completely gone.
- I don't (usually) get hungry between meals and I'm appropriately hungry at mealtime.
- I'm especially hungry when I wake up, which I think is a good thing.
And, of course, from January to April I'd lost seven pounds, and since then have lost 11.
|A couple other animals showed up|
on this morning's walk, as well.
Work this week has been very physical, and yesterday was especially difficult, as it was cold and poured down rain the whole time I was there. We unloaded a truckload of new stock. The flood we expected didn't happen, and today was bright and sunny and the customers just kept on coming! That's just how we like it in early May.