And finally, here is the where I’m at today. I made grass-fed beef pot roast last night for dinner for the family (excluding the J. who had his usual mac and cheese). After 27 years of not eating red meat, who would have thought I’d be making roast beef? I am not “there” yet, but I am ever so much better than I was last summer. Not to be overly dramatic, but I think it was Paleo or death (at least a death of any sort of vibrance or ability to function in this world).
That would be the headline if someone were to write an article about my healing journey over the past 2.5 months. I never thought I’d be cooking with bison meat. I was even contemplating purchasing venison today when i’ve spent most of my life condemning deer hunting. When it comes to food and health, necessity speaks.
I laugh when I think about how healthy I thought I was in my thirties, eating all of those whole grains that, in the end, damaged my gut perhaps beyond all, but not some, repair. In early November, I actually did the first few phases of the Specific Carbohydrate Diet (SCD). I do think that it brought about a good deal of gut healing, but I was losing weight super fast and I was concerned that all of the heavy metal stored in my body was quickly bleeding out and running free. I jumped…
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