In spite of those who make fun of me—including myself—I'm immeasurably better off now than in May of 2007 when I set off on this path incrementally. With blood pressure at 160/100, 80 pounds overfat, congested, sneezy, and itchy constantly, I have had a new life for a while. For years.
Perhaps it's the case that upon getting 60 of those fat pounds off, normalizing blood pressure, dumping medications and beginning to really enjoy life again that I backed off without getting to the "finish line."
But whose "finish line?" The truth is, I'd like to be better, look better, etc., but I also have no real interest in turning all of this into a display. ...My book is criticized as well. It's been called "turgid." And a young girl with next to no life experience—with a largely anonymous blog devoted to her deeply felt need of catharsis—at 26—called it "cheap." That's because it wasn't devoted to me, or even the larger Paleo crowd in general...but to those you love; and I will never, ever waver from that. I've recently released a series of 12 videos for the exact same reason: those you love. Check 'em out, because it's going to be the most effective thing out there for the most of those you love.
Everyone wants to be a rain maker, to engage in the fight for dominance over the mantle of Paleo Authority. Me? Not interested, and never have been. Readers come and go through a revolving door, and thanks to "Godgle" and a lot of daily work over almost 10 years, I have deep archives, lots of links to it...and so Godgle shines his powerful light on me, and thousands of naives get the opportunity of a Paleo introduction every day of the year without me lifting a finger. In my sleep (10 hours of that, Monday night). Thousands. Every fucking day.
So go fuck yourselves. You can't do anything about it.
You know what else? A huge portion of that traffic is from hits, visits, searches that have not a thing in the world to do with Paleo—while new bloggers feverishly get up new posts on Paleo every day. I'll beat you every time. Do you know why? Because I blog about life. I blog about real life—all of it and nothing is ever off limits—and I'm not only not afraid, but embrace the idea of blogging in a wide context, pushing every single boundary I can imagine. About anything, and everything, that strikes my fancy, at any given moment. An entire post that pisses tons of people off is often conceived of in seconds. And an hour or so later, it's real—and nobody I know of in the Paleosphere does it. Not a one.
What does that tell you?
Yep, that's what it tells me. But I've been rewarded. I have, by leaps and bounds, fars and wides, the most sensible, astute, intellectual, smart—and the list goes on—commenters in the entire realm. Hell, I even have religious people, smart enough to be working on the Paleo atheism they were born into. It's a work in progress. ...It's hard to give up a master who promises you gold, even though you don't get it until you're dead.
PALEO is a framework, a principle. It's a set of ideas, rules, guidelines...a foundation...by which you... By which you... Now... get this because I'm only going to write it this one time: Paleo is a DEFENSE. It is not, nor has it ever been anything more than that. It's not an offense. It's not a diet. It's not a prescription. It's not low carb. It's not high carb. It's not a club (in any sense). It's a foundation.
What is Paleo? It's the best real food your animal ass can source at any time, combined with your cost, just like any hunter. Fuck grassfed if the cost & trouble vs. benefit doesn't work well for you. Any hunter would tell you that.
Grassfed? Fuck grassfed; it's not Paleo either, because there were no domesticated animals in the Paleolithic. You want Paleo? Then anything you and yours doesn't kill wild IS NOT PALEO. So how far do you want to go?
...Or, how about taking Paleo for what it is, to us? The best you can source of real food, anywhere on the globe and at any time, including the 24/7 darkness of nether regions. Cook it yourself? Optimal? Who the fuck knows? And who the fuck cares? And fuck all who raise stupid questions! How about that?
You know what? Fuck the safe starch debate. Eat starch if it works for you. Eat zero some days, moderate others, pig out now and then. And how about that? Did you get married to a scale, or another human being?
I am getting tired of the LC debate over this. CAPS: FUCKING FALSIFICATION. PLENTY OF HEALTHY POPULATIONS EAT VERY HIGH CARBS. SHUT THE FUCK UP! Just shut the fuck up, please.
And I must say this, too. I'm getting weary of Jimmy Moore. Most offensive to me? He uses LC in loaded word terms, which I have always hated, but have always given a pass. We make fun of "hearthealthywholegrains," but when do you not see/hear/read Jimmy NOT using "healthylowcarblifestyle" in his writings and on his podcasts like a meme (I have unsubscribed, and no longer listen to them)? I appreciate Jimmy and I know he has helped a lot of people and will continue to do so; and he has helped me and I hope my years of defense of him count for something. But it's kinda time for us to go our separate ways and I will wish him well. I just think our goals have reached the point of non-compatibility. It's OK; it happens. I will still hope he helps people and I know he will. I have no desire to see him lose earned capital.
Do you get it? I don't need to wish him ill. In fact, I can wish him well while at the same time, I have my own gig and it's gonna be that. Get it. Get it, ELMM & Co.?
In fact, I can actually thank Jimmy for bringing this to a head, because that's always best. He clearly wants Paleo to be very aligned with a dietary regime that cuts out about 1/3 of what it took our species to survive. OK, I get the metabolic derangement and the need for some people to use that as a body hack. Yes, VLC is, to me, a body hack and it's very, very far from substantiated that it's an optimal version of Paleo for most.
I actually love how this has broken open and is getting wider, with more and more diverse groups. I intend to cater to all, have them call each other cunts, cocksuckers, bitches and mutherfuckers in comments. Maybe we'll get somewhere. Bring it all on. This is the one place you can actually, really, really, learn from one another.
No agenda. Could've written a long para, but if you don't get that two-word sentence, then you're not ready for the wild world of Free the Animal Comments. Does anyone really guess that'll be worse than "The 10 Things X" putrid diseased jism everyone laps up everyday like dogs to their vomit?
Paleo: equator to arctic, sea level to 16,000 feet, everything in-between. ...and if while in the tundra of Northern Canada at night in January (which is 24/7 anyway) and you can drink Fijian coconut water from young greens cut the day prior? High five!
But it's not Paleo. Do you get it?
Update: OK, moving from rant to productive and positive, this, just published: