People have Power – Let the Cheerleaders get through, not the D-Bags!
I almost dove off a very high cliff last night. Thank goodness for amazing friends, a supportive & sexy husband, and Jose (Cuervo!). For about a nanosecond (ok, 10 minutes!) I was tempted to chuck it ALL – being Paleo, the blog, online presence, etc. Bye-bye bacon undies!
So, as you know, it’s taken me a while to come to terms with how the last couple of years have gone. I’d finally gotten it in my head that I had, in fact, succeeded in a place I’d never done so before! And, some articles started popping up about female body image in the Paleosphere. Wow, you ladies rock, btw. We really never know what someone is going through until they choose to share their journey. I urge you to read this blog post, this one, and this one, too! This was all to the good, truthfully, until some comments on a FB share of one of those articles plunged me into the foulest mood I’ve experienced in years. I have already unfriended the offending person (and believe me, my beef with them isn’t limited to this single experience), and I’m slowly regaining my feelings of self-worth. Warning – rant to follow. Might be cussing. Srsly. ;)
What pisses me right the fuck off is why the FUCK can’t people just be supportive!? What do you gain by being a D-bag and tearing people down? You know the only people who do that shit? The ones who think their shit don’t stink. Those who think they have the only way to do a certain thing and you are *flawed* to do it any other way!
FUCK THAT SHIT! No single person has this figured out 100% – you know why? Shit doesn’t stay stationary. We don’t live in bubbles. We have lives. Environments – home, work, school. Family, friends, social structures. Roadblocks – injury, illness, or worse. Best of all – we have flaws. Those who succeed aren’t the ones that get it right 100% all the fucking time – the ones who truly succeed keep trying no matter what. If something doesn’t work, they try something else.
More fucking power to you if you can be a fucking Paleo robot. & the fucking recommendations between those kinds of people still differ, so you’d think they’d agree that there’s no magic fucking recipe.
What kills me is their attitude runs a lot of people off Paleo. We need more cheerleaders and less D-bags. More people out there saying “You can do this!” and supporting you while you find YOUR Paleo sweet spot. More people understanding of the shit we have to slog through to get to goal & stay there. This is the #1 reason I ultimately chose a woman for my personal trainer/coach/cheerleader. No offense to the guys, but your balls don’t cause you as much potential dietary-impacting trouble as ours do. & usually, the kids stuff falls to us – breeding, birthing, and raising. You want to talk about stress. & it’s not just about eating all of Junior’s leftovers from his 10 meals a day, or even the 5 daily trips to McD’s for nuggets (how’s that for a stereotype). I’ve said before that I’ll probably have too much extra body fat as long as I have kids. Yeah – so, like for ever. rofl
I’m not trying to say I have more stress than other people. Maybe I just handle stressors badly. Fuck it. In the end, whatever my excuses, I’ve still managed to bring myself to this point, health & body composition-wise. No one has permission to minimize that but me! So, all you D-bags better take note – the Paleo ladies are fighting back. & we’ve been lifting weights!! lol
I will also say again – orthorexia or not, fanatical or militant thinking is a sign to me that someone is missing some key nutrients.
Now, where’d I leave my fucking pom-poms! MUAH!!
ETA: A much more eloquent blog post, with much less colorful language about this very subject.
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