I’m coming clean out there in cyberspace about my pre-agricultural, low-carb diet. Here is one clean-coming over at PaleoHacks. And here is another one, on the Deep Nutrition website.
Both posts deal with my latest dietary development—the sad and slightly mortifying fact that my diet may not actually be the magic bullet I’d yearned for, the magic bullet it felt like for a few months there, the very one I’ve been blogging about for almost a year, when I started in July, 2011.
Chapter One,
In which I tell you that this is my official dietary update. Hallelujah and praise be. It’s been exactly five months, from July 1 to today, December 1 that I have been eating Primally.
Apparently beef kidneys taste like pee. It makes sense if you think about it.
I just ordered my first kidneys from The Family Cow, inspired by their nutritional profile, the price—$2.50 per pound—and the latest Primalesque book I’m reading, Deep Nutrition.
I think my daughter has a hot bod. She’s five. I’m possibly deranged. But. Speaking of butts. Her butt is a taut round peach. Smooth too.
