R5D39 – Pancake Tuesday and Diabetes In A Can

Yesterday’s workout was pretty good, I am up to 3 rungs on 5 ladders and am in week 7 of the RKC. The workout went like this:

C&P left 1
C&P right 1
Pull Up 1
C&P left 2
C&P right 2
Pull Up 2
C&P left 3
C&P right 3
Pull Up 3

For a total of 5 repetitions. Since it was Monday it was snatch day with the 45lb which still poses a problem for me. 10 each arm with 1 minute rest for a total of 6 minutes. My forearms are getting less beaten up as time goes along, but pulling that KB down from overhead is still a scary moment.

Mmmm... Diabetes
Mmmm... Diabetes

Today is Tuesday, not just any Tuesday, but Pancake Tuesday. Today, historically I would have come into work late after going to Golden Griddle and overindulging in the golden wheaty goodness that is the North American pancake. As a child I was treated to the British staple, the thin crepe, filled with Lyle’s Golden Syrup which, if you haven’t tried it, is like eating diabetes straight out of the jar! It is probably the single best condiment in the history of the world however and regardless of the fact that there is an apparently dead lion on the tin, you should definitely try some! I know, I am now Canadian and the Canadian way is to stick to Maple Syrup as the food of the gods but seriously, Lyle’s kicks Maple syrup in the groin and then laughs about it. Anyway, today will be the first time in years, and I mean probably 20+ years that I won’t be having pancakes. I know I have discussed this Stunning Revelation before but for the first time in my life I just don’ t think about food. I have spent all my adult life thinking about food 24 hours a day. That may sound like an exaggeration but it really isn’t. I was so bad that while I was eating I would be thinking about what I was going to eat for my next meal. It didn’t matter if I was dieting or not, I still thought about it all the time. Since going Paleo,  food doesn’t cross my mind until the clock tells me it’s time to eat or I have a break in my schedule and know I have something in the fridge I am supposed to eat. It’s the single biggest change to happen to me in my lifetime. It’s like someone has taken that addictive part of my brain and shut it down. I am still obsessive about some things, I am still guilt of overdoing certain things but the out of control factor is gone. If you had told me before the last 6 months that I would not be having pancakes on pancake day I would have told you that you were delusional. But the last 5 months have been an eye opener for me, letting me know that no matter how old you are, you can change and that (in a bizarre turn of physiological truth) what you eat really REALLY does affect not only how you feel, but WHO YOU ARE!

Grains were controlling my life and that is so far out there even I have a hard time grasping it!