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I love the paleo lifestyle.
I believe it goes along with everything natural for me. It promktes Movement. Barefoot. Sleep. Minimizing. Anti-stress. Less screens. More sunlight. Real food.
The true spirit of paleo is not about rules or what is technical or what it is not, it is about eating nutrient dense, chemical free food. It's about eating what is best for your body. You decide that, not some plan and especially not some paleo police. That being said, I believe you need to eliminate the biggest potential hazards to your health for a little while to know how they effect your body and mind when you bring them back into your life. Enter whole30.
I'm a broken record. Everyone knows I love the whole30. Also, I must take a moment to plug the book "made to crave" by lysa terkeurst
It may or may not have saved my mental life.
I wanted to take a moment to introduce the fact that I am going to post archived draft posts of my first whole30, which was just a little over a year ago. It was an enlightening experience I was afraid to show at the time, but now it's time for me to reset again and in light of that I would like to finally post my experience. I posted almost every single day so for the next month I'll be posting a whole30 post. I focused in my foods, feelings, and tried very hard to be present. I completely embraced the lifestyle and it really worked.
Enjoy. Or ignore. :)


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