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Devolving Nutrition

Mom shared a book with me while she was here, Primal Body, Primal Mind, by Nora Gedgaudas.  Link to her Blog.

Gedgaudas'  premise is that we are essentially the same beings we were when we were hunter gatherers, and aren't evolved enough to digest and utilize our diets that are so rich in grains and carbs and sugars and such. We're behind our very own supply chain, as it turns out.

Mom said it was thought provoking, to say the least, and that it was helping her change her diet in a way that was already making her feel better, overall.

She gave me a copy, and I began it last night.

So far I'm kind of obsessed because it's incredibly well written, exhaustively researched and really gets to the core of why so many diets, and you can probably name 5 from recent fad history, don't work.

Low fat high carb is essentially a toxic mix designed to leave you hungry and make you crave sugars.

And the food pyramid, don't get her started on that beast that has been created by the very people in the employ of agribiz, who have their own capitalistic agenda.

Per Gedgaudas, that pyramid is a recipe for disaster. One example she drew upon was how on native American reservations where the government is providing subsidies based on the food guide pyramid the obesity, diabetes, hypertension and cardiovascular ailment rates are ridiculously high.

Ahem.

I'm liking her premise, liking her viewpoints, and think there is a lot to learn from her work.

The big question is whether I am, at this point in my life, willing to give up pasteurized dairy and carbs (including alcohol) in favor of a more paleolithic diet of higher fat animal based meals with some non-starchy veggies added in.

Bottom line? I like chocolate cake from time to time. And a glass of wine in the evenings or an occasional martini on the patio. And dairy? I've become so used to using low to nonfat dairy that switching to cream and butter and NOT using nonfat (lots of carbs and other icky stuff in it it turns out) will be a big change.

I'm thinking about it. Maybe taking it on in stages and seeing how it goes, how I feel, etc.  And I can tell you that G.G. is walking around with a worried look on his face right now because he knows when I try something, he's most likely going to be trying it to on some level.

Because apparently, that's how I roll.

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