My parents are having a craft show at the end of this month. When I say “craft show,” I’m sure you think of crocheted doilies, handmade pottery, home-made wooden birdhouses, fudge, beaded bracelets, etc., etc. Oh, if only my parents’ craft show consisted of those things. Their craft show consists primarily of concrete. Concrete lawn ornaments. As in really heavy, dusty, solid, concrete lawn ornaments. Lawn ornaments that need to be moved around, repositioned, cleaned and organized before said craft show. Don’t get me wrong – the show will have many of the aforementioned items, but we were not enlisted to help with those. We were enlisted to move what had to be 4 tons of concrete.
The task actually aligned well with the primal directive to “lift heavy things.” I did use the exercise as an excuse to indulge a bit this weekend – a few pork rinds here, a few chocolate covered prunes there, some milk in my coffee, and to cap it all off – NACHOS. I’m probably actually going to be up a couple of pounds this weekend, despite actually working hard.
And here’s an interesting fact/observation for all of you out there trying this whole primal thing – I’ve noticed that my digestion is affected by my hormonal cycle. About 10 days before that time of the month (sorry boys), I gain about 2 pounds, and about 2 days after, I drop 4. During the weight gain period, my stomach gets easily upset, and almost everything I eat (except my eggs & avocado) makes it feel wonky. I need to look this up on the MarksDailyApple forums to see if this is unique to me or to be expected. Anyway, sorry if that is TMI. For many woman who are interested in the primal diet, however, I think it will be JTRAOI (just the right amount of information).
Anyway, it actually felt pretty good to work up a sweat and to get dirty. My life is spent 40 hours a week in a cubicle, so it’s absolutely lovely to be outside all day, in the sun, the wind, and the rain. The birds were out in full force, and between the wind in the Whispering Pines and the birds in said pines, it was a full-on nature orchestra out there. So beautiful. I want to move out to the country, convert an old barn into a house (completely open first floor – no walls except for the bathroom and a 2nd floor loft bedroom), plant a garden, buy a gun and prepare for the impending anarchy. Oh, and I need to learn how to can veggies. Hopefully before the anarchy strikes.
Ah, as I always say, tomorrow is another day. I’ll be back on the primal wagon – got some excellent meals planned (primal Italian wedding soup, pork with radish hash, heavenly meatloaf, salmon, sausage and sauteed sauerkraut and primal hot cereal), and hopefully we can get our weight bench set up, so I can start doing some more upper body weights. My tri-ceps are getting all wobbly and disgusting. At least my biceps are perking up a bit. I’ve also started focusing on pull-ups more. I’m doing a flexed arm hang for 15+ seconds and lowering myself slowly to the ground (a reverse pull-up). I can do TWO of those. I’m amazing, I know. I have been toying with the idea of doing Crossfit for a month, to learn good form, but it’s wicked expensive. My older bro keeps trying to convince me it’s worth it, but at this point I should really be spending the money on clothes that actually fit me! I’ll see how I feel at the beginning of April. My weight loss/fitness has started to plateau – I have a sneaking suspicion it’s because of the copious amount of cheating I have been doing. If I can’t get myself straightened out, I might bite the bullet. Or I just might buy The Paleo Solution. Maybe that will get me back on track. I’ve been listing to Robb Wolf’s podcast, and it’s really good. I’m sure the book is good too.
Well, that’s it for today folks. Hope your Sunday was awesome. Here is a picture of the cutest dog ever (who just got a double-scrub and blow-dry this afternoon) to send you off with a smile on your face.
2 thoughts on “My concrete blood”
Two words: hippie compound.
I’m down to live on one and/or start one of my own.