A Single Vegetable

My babies, my sweet lovely babies. I can't tell you how thrilled and heartened I am by the positive responses to my last blog. I send each and everyone of you a virtual open-mouthed kiss Shall we continue where we last left off? Let's. For the last 2.5-ish years, I've eaten relatively strict Paleo. I haven't cooked any non-Paleo food at home in that time frame, with the exception of occasionally adding cheese to a recipe. When eating out, unless I was on a round of Whole 30, I usually permit myself to eat whatever I wanted. But I don't eat out all that much because, like most of my fellow millennial Vancouverites, I'M ALWAYS FUCKING BROKE. For anyone not familiar with the Paleo diet (aka caveman/Paleolithic diet), the idea is you only eat foods that would have been available for preparation and consumption by Paleolithic humans. Anything you could easily harvest from the land or hunt, requiring little or no preparation other than cooking over fire, is permi

As I launch into this... whatever the fuck it is I'm going to do on this blog, it makes sense to start with an introduction, doesn't it? Hi! My name is Michaela! I am a certain number of years old, and I live in Vancouver, BC with my stupid cat. It's nice to meet you. My relationship with food and my weight has been a struggle for most of my life. My mum always cooked us healthy meals, but as I grew to teenagehood, I didn't have to rely on the food my parents stocked in the pantry and could go procure my own junky grub. Pretty much, if I wanted it, I ate it. No holds barred (except holding a Big Mac as I shoved it in my face).  After I graduated high school, my mum came to me and said, "listen u nerd, get off the fucking internet for once in your goddamn life and start doing something about your health and weight". It came from a place of love, and I took it to heart. The diet of the day was Atkins, and it worked well for me, even though I worked at Subwa

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