Six months ago, there’s a good chance that at this moment I was stuffing Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pie wrappers (at least two, likely three) into a ziplock with various other scraps of processed food remnants. I was just over halfway through a hike on the Appalachian Trail with boyfriend and dog as co-pilots and we were all in a bit of a nutrition free-for-all.
The dog ate the finest fare the gas station had to offer–once, something called “Gravy Train” which had disturbing results–and honestly we only did somewhat better. For a glimpse of standard nutrition on the trail, see “The Art of Resupply” in our account of the journey.
Prior to our departure, I had tinkered with doing a 30-day paleo challenge. I was pretty good about eating mostly meat and vegetables, but sated all of my cravings for sweets with dried fruit and became quite skilled at justifying things like wine and family gatherings as valid reasons for deviance. Needless to say, the results were not necessarily bad but certainly nothing to write a blog about.
Upon our return, however, I was a changed girl. I had just hiked the Appalachian mother-****ing Trail, after all, and felt capable of anything. At the same time, my body and mind were staging a full scale revolt against my recent nutrition choices. I went whole-hog and challenged myself to a six week paleo jaunt, Whole9 standards strictly enforced. Believe it or not, all of those magical changes people raved about really did happen–I slept better, woke up bright-eyed, and regained that rosy outlook on life that had faded in recent months. Most importantly, I did it. For all six weeks. No cheats.
It took five months of eating junk food to truly appreciate that food is best purchased ONE ingredient at a time. There’s simply nothing else, no other ingredients to list or manufacturing processes to question, and that is wonderful.
I have always enjoyed cooking and often spent spare hours poring over food photographs and recipes. Once you ditch grains, dairy, and legumes, however, your options become rather bleak in the world of food pornography. Where was I supposed to get all of my inspiration? I don’t want to dream up cooking something that looks like dog food, although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sometimes enjoy a good mashed up bowl of unrecognizable meat and vegetables. There are definitely sites out there, but not quite enough to stimulate such a voracious browser.
So here I am, doing my very best to put some simple, satisfying recipes on here with enough pretty pictures to entice you to visit the site when you need a bit of inspiration or procrastination. Starting in January, I’ll be embarking on another Whole30 challenge and blogging tidbits daily–recipes, musings, strategies, struggles. The usual.
If there’s anything you’d particularly like to see, let me know–I’m open to suggestions and here to help!