That's It, I'm Done...

I've had enough. I've played around with foods before. I remember going low glycemic and then having a donut and how sick it made me feel. I remember toying with the idea of going semi-vegetarian. And now I've played with Primal/Paleo eating.

It's made me realize something.

For some reason, when you cut grains out of your diet enough, when you do have them, they mess you up. Sorry, let me rephrase that. They mess ME up. I've been eating a little heavy on the bread and cookies side of things the last two days, and getting up from the couch just now, I felt a lot like this lady:


My right wrist is prone to tendonitis (basically it hurts when I bend it). Over christmas it hurt the worst it has in about 6 months. Mind you, I may have over used it a little crocheting a bit right before xmas, but when it doesn't get better at all over the two weeks after the holidays, and then suddenly clears up two days after I start limiting grains again it kind of makes me wonder. Especially since it's feeling a little achy now. As is my back, my other wrist, and the foot I sprained back in June. And my knees. Can't forget those - especially when you're limping into the kitchen to get some water.

Now it's been said that sitting on a couch is not a natural position. Some people have even been known to *gasp* not have furniture in their living rooms.



Okay, maybe I won't go that far. I may try sitting on the floor more often. And I may have to kick our coffee table out of the living room to do so. What? I have long legs. Extra stretching would probably help.

The image is from a blog I read - check it out: http://www.alignedandwell.com/?option=com_wordpress&Itemid=223

Then maybe one day I could do this:



Maybe I should add all the dots together. They seem to be pointing toward the whole primal/paleo thing (and yes, that includes resting positions and even sleep). It seems to be working for me. Or rather, not doing it seems to NOT be working. For anyone who's wondering what primal/paleo looks like, here's a plate.

So tomorrow, when I get home from dance, I vow to begin organizing the cupboards to get rid of the grains. They can have their own cupboard. Jon's cupboard. And if he wants anything in it cooked, he'll do it himself. (okay, that one might not stick - he really really likes it when I cook for him and I'm a sucker for puppy dog eyes).

Anyway. This I vow. Cupboards will be organized!