I love food. No mixed emotions there, no deep-seated conflicts or internal struggles, I just love it. I want to move to Vermont where I can legally marry it. Historically when invited to gatherings I could always be counted on to bring dessert, sometimes more than one. I’ve lovingly been called a cupcake whore.
So you can understand the surprise of those who knew me when I started down the Paleo Path. You’d have thought I told them I was going Base Jumping without a parachute. Everyone wanted to know the impetus for this radical change, but there was no dramatic catalyst. I’d been eating pretty much the same way my entire life and I just wanted to see what it was like to eat differently.
Wendy at 2 years. This isn’t staged: it’s my way and the way of my people.
