A Day in the Life of… warts and all. I’ll go into meticulous detail assuming you have the same knowledge of food and cooking as I did 2-20 years ago.
Here are:
I wrote this series to show you that as Uncle Lew often says, we all have feet of clay. I have my paleo heroes out there. But they aint perfect. And certainly neither am I. The pursuit of perfection has made me quite miserable in my life, including my pursuit of paleo perfection. I’m much happier taking a different tack.
Fasting once every 3 days, working out and doing a sprint session once or more every week, not eating anything Neolithic, embracing grassfed meat and wild caught seafood at all times… all of that sounds well and good, it doesn’t always work out like that.
I’m not perfect, and neither should I want to be. I work out once every 7-21 days. Sometimes it’s 2-3 times a week. I don’t like going into workouts exhausted from work. I sprint once every 7-21 days. I buy meat at the grocery chain store from time to time, usually organic, but when the beef is labeled vegetarian cornfed… yeah, I know the deal. When I have time (and money) to buy the grassfed and wild caught, I do. When I don’t, I don’t. I’m progressively getting better. I do an 18 hour fast from 3pm on Friday to 9am on Saturday once a moon, sometimes more often though, maybe once every 7-14 days randomly skipping a meal, usually breakfast.
These are the things that cause me to go off the rails:
-Dairy. Usually cheese and cream up regulate my desire to have some corn chips.
-Mexican food. It’s impossible to have Mexican without the rice, corn chips, and tortillas. Try you will, not succeed you will. In the 4-5 times I’ve eaten Mexican, I was successful in avoiding all of that 50% of the time, the other 50% of the time it led me to continue with other stuff, usually stuff involving a lot chips with salsa and drinks with salt on the rim.
-Cheese cake. Cheese cake leads to donuts and other kinds of cake.
-French fries. When I have potatoes, any kind of potatoes, it leads to French Fries cooked in PUFA’s. If I have a potato I know I’m one step away from justifying a big sack of fries at a fast food place.
If there’s cheese in the house, a pound of it will be eaten after 8pm if the Witching Hour strikes me. That’s where I depart company with lacto-paleos. Great quantities of cheese makes my intestines a bit sore the next day, mucus in my throat and nose, and given that cheese will spike my insulin levels, I’m probably not improving my insulin sensitivity that much.
Cheese and potatoes, again may work for some in moderation. I don’t know how to do moderation with cheese and potatoes, because unlike meat, seafood and vegetables, I can keep eating both of these items until my belly extends like a dumb horse that eats the overturned barrel of oats until he nearly dies. I’m a HUGE fan of Robb Wolf, bordering on Kathy Bates. His recommendations for eating yams I can deal with. If I only buy 1-2 yams a week at the grocery store, and thus there are only 2 yams in the house, I will stop at 2 yams. If there are 5 yams in the house and the Witching Hour strikes… I’m eating 5 yams.
I have a system that I do the shopping on Saturday or Sunday. I freeze large portions in small freezer bags (e.g., 3 thighs, 5 burgers, 1 steak, 2 pork loins). All in all, I’ll make about 14-21 bags of these various kinds of meat on a Saturday after shopping for the upcoming week’s consumption. Each evening throughout the week I’ll rotate 1-2 of these frozen bags from the freezer to the fridge so that by the next evening or the evening after next it’s thawed out. I always have 1-2 packets of bacon ready to go in the fridge. I cook (usually grill meat) in the evenings for what I’m having that evening for dinner, and what I’m having for lunch the next day. I chop my salads for that evening’s dinner and the next day’s lunch while listening to Jimmy Moore, Robb Wolf or whatever music may strike me.
If you look at the foods I listed for breakfast, lunch and dinner it’s easy to imagine my grocery list. It’s really simple and doesn’t really change that much from week to week. I usually over buy eggs, bacon and all the other kinds of meat. I try to only eat food from these items that I bought myself at the store. And sticking to just these items from my grocery list is really simple most of the time.
After all, it’s a lot of nutritious food, good variety, and though it may be bland for some people at first compared to their preferred sprayed on cheese puff flavorings, over time my taste buds have thrived on this diet. I try once every couple of weeks or so some of the awesome recipes on Girl Gone Primal or the countless other sites out there. Son of Grok is always a good place to search, too. Marc’s Feel Good Eating is another great one. Being a paleo foodie is cool, and when opportunity meets desire, eat like a paleo gourmet. But just eating good real food isn’t a consolation prize, it’s not falling short. I don’t find eating my way boring at all, though some have told me they couldn’t get by on it. I’m fancy in the kitchen about once a week if I’m doing the cooking.
These unnecessary feelings of falling short of paleo perfection lead to running off the rails in a big time manner. Because if you fail, you might as fail big time, right?
This is how I’ve increased my lean muscle mass and sustained and maintained a weight loss of 65 pounds for the last 21 months from my high back in the spring of 2008. It’s not a lot of work. I work out and sprint as often as I can, without stressing if it doesn’t happen. I’m working on doing an intermittent fast more often, but not beating myself up. When I can go to bed without resorting to 8pm bacon or chocolate, it indeed is a much more pleasant sleep and a more energetic next morning. I’m learning to deal with the Witching Hour, and if combating it with bacon, or another burger, or 90% Lindt chocolate keeps me from paleo sainthood, that’s OK.
I could be stronger, leaner, faster, and even more metabolically fit. But right here and right now, it’s a trade off to playing, spending time with family and for now working some long hours. What I have noticed is that every week despite my leanings that I could have done more, that I could have done better… my body composition and mental acuity improves progressively. There’s no rush.
I have experimented and played with the typical day in the life of meals that I have written about here. I’m not afraid or opposed to try something new, or sticking to what I know shaking my fist that I’m right… this simply has worked for me. Milk and potatoes for me are gateway drugs to ice cream with cookie dough and fried meats with flour based gravy. I cook with butter, and lots of it, and that’s where my dairy line is drawn. I don’t need raw milk for growth like I don’t need creatine. But, that’s just me.
If following some of these “A Day in the Life Of… protocols” work for you, that’s great, because it’s rather easy. It’s 100% effective! I’m telling this diet is fool proof, it’s the best the world has ever seen! In the history of mankind nothing like this has ever come along!
But that really just means, it works for me. It works for me, for now. It may change.
It took me awhile to develop a flexible diet/lifestyle that worked for me. You can use this as a starting block, or just a template. If something already works for you, then do what you’re doing and be happy. But don’t be afraid to vary it up, especially if life asks you to deviate from your routine. Find what works for you, be more creative than I am, or be less. In the end, I don’t know how to give you directions to the freeway, all I can tell you is how I get there.
There is no one way. There is no perfection, only disappointments in your perfect little plan which tried to predict the future but yet didn’t adhere to the outcomes from the probabilities that you had all worked out. All of us have Feet of Clay, even folks who wear Vibram’s. ![]()
My next series will be on my strength training, which will mainly be a recount of my top influences. Not sure when it will drop, but it will come. ![]()


