i’ve been waging a personal war against corn for some time [sorry laurie, no offense]. when the omnivore’s dilemma came out a while back, it validated a lot of what i believe about corn in the american diet, and fueled some thought about how distant we are from the origin of our meals. those thoughts percolated and began to bubble forth in the form of a desire to cut back on the volume of baked goods and processed carbs in my normal diet. now, don’t get me wrong. i eat well. massive dark green salads with every dinner, my breads are whole grain, my pasta is that high fiber stuff, etc etc, but i eat A.LOT.OF.IT.
fast forward to this past week and the nyt did a fashion and lifestyle article about a group of modern cavemen in nyc. the article resonated with me on a couple of levels and the thought of being a modern caveman just seemed kooky enough that it grabbed my interest. basically, the two things i took away from the article were first, that diet consists of mostly fresh fruits and veggies with the occasional large protein [read RAW MEAT. RAAAWWRRR!!] meal every couple of days and second, that exercise is long endurance workouts coupled with intense lifting workouts marked by rapid, gross body movement with lots of weight. so, essentially, the lifestyle simulates foraging food while tracking and chasing prey, attacking and killing prey and feasting on said prey.
i googled around a bit more, read some blogs, some other stupid stuff and then some reviews of a couple other books and it turns out there’s a whole paleo movement, loosely associated with the crossfit community. there is also a community that encourages the paleo diet in conjunction with ironman training. interesting. i took a little from here, a little from there, a little creative license and a little amazing hip-esque goofiness and began modeling a change in my diet and exercise philosophy.
so, with little guidance and even barer reason, i now ask myself, wwcmd? things like wrestling a pastrami sandwich after a lunch run, eating pig and chicken embryo following a long run and celebrating a tribe member’s annual remembrance by feasting on a roast beast become common statements in my day to day life. i utter things like, “cavemen don’t eat bread” or “cavemen like potatos!” honestly, if you know me, the change is as much about having fun as it is about exploring a new fitness philosophy.
here’s the thing, though. i’m liberal with my interpretation of caveman food. fruit and nuts loosely translate into peanut butter and jelly [not really, just an example]. but even being liberal with what a caveman would eat, i’m finding that filling the void in my stomach [trust me, i eat a lot] is challenging. i can’t just throw together a sandwich anymore or toss a pizza in the oven. no, i’ve decimated our store of tangerines, apples and bananas. i’ve mowed through all the bags of carrots [carefully, mind you] and celery. i’ve even been eyeing those whole, raw onions in the crisper. and still, the void rumbles.
i think i’d be wise to hit up some of the books, websites and blogs to get a good repertoire of caveman recipes, lest the neighbors pets start to look appetizing. coyotes on the trail in the pre-dawn hours? that growling my belly is a harbinger you should heed. seriously, no wonder primal man was so…primal. he was driven by hunger. i can only imagine his joy when he first figured out how to make a corn cake.
*note, i WAS going to use “dawn lamb” by the seal cub clubbing club as the soundtrack for this post, but when i went to load it up, this song came up in the rotation on it’s own. kismet, i tell ya!
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