Days Five and Six, Koko Dreams of Cake and Chocolate Nepenthe

Keeping up the paleo eating. Adding squats and crunches to my daily routine. In bed by 10 last night. No news and few signs of life to report on from this planet but I wanted to duck in to comment on a few of the things Ms. Lolo has posted of late.

Firstly, what, Lolo? You have never bought a pastry? That is straight nuts, but it also explains why you are a trim little thing and I am not. I love a pastry, and damn it if a smoke and a coffee and a little buttery something don't sound really nice right now. A wintertime treat that would feel warm and delicious (and very sick-making*).

Instead I have had a hard boiled egg, a banana, a black coffee from the old Euro-style coffee place near my office. Good enough fuel for a busy day ahead.

Also? Chocolate-flavored wine? My GODS, add some nicotine or maybe a light opiate and you have created my favorite beverage ever. Sweet liquid Nepenthe, I am all over your ass.

But no wine and no chocs for me lately. Lots of whining, though. If only in my mind. It's a process.

I have several posts in my brain but this is the quick one I am scratching off to check in, acknowledge I am still on-plan, and keep accountable.

Yours,
Koko

*This is a topic to explore in a future post. I generally eat well but I sometimes really crave, really relish, the sinking feeling of cigarette sickness, of a slight hangover. That dull throbbing that comes from succumbing to ill health and bad behavior. What is that, I wonder? Does anyone else get that too?

Lolo T-Minus 3 days

Woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed at the brutal hour of 9am. Maybe this being infertile thing isn't too bad. I imagine that a 9am sleep in is probably not in the cards for Koko too often these days. Willed myself to eat breakfast, had an orange and some turkey sausage and a cup of black tea.  Made a decision to skip my run today and let my body rest.  Working a full day today, but looking forward to tomorrow night.

I'm down for not drinking wine for 30 days. It's good to give my liver a rest. But I will say that I don't believe that wine is non-Paleo despite what the books say. And this is why... I once saw a bunch of deer hanging out in the parking lot of Spirit Rock eating rotted fruit that'd fallen from the tree (read fermented)-- they were all just standing around drooling... they were a gang of drunk deer. So, I figure that cavemen were probably getting trashed when they could as well.


My jeans seem to be getting snug as December continues to loll on, tempting me with it's latkes, kugels, christmas cookies, christmas pizzas and christmas bagels, not to mention it's new years baguettes, spaghetti and rum drinks.   Oh well, December is what it is.  It's the month to pack on some pounds. That's fine with me.