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).