I really have the absolute best friends. My dear friend Audra has visited Banana Hammocks & Tutus before in her first-ever mURPHY’S lAW mONDAY post. I personally think she should start a blog of her own entitled, “The Goddess of all Things Confident” but she tends to disagree. In any event, I have apparently touched her life in some small or large way through my Paleo journey, and she wrote about it last week as she made a late night good choice.
I have ice cream in the freezer that’s been calling my name all day so as soon as I had the kids strapped
to their beds this evening; I put my hand on the freezer door handle to go get me some of that yummy
Rocky Road deliciousness. My mouth started to water. “What would Summer do?” I asked myself.
Suddenly, I was pulled in the opposite direction of the freezer. I looked around the kitchen, I didn’t see
the source of the pull. I looked back at the freezer, no thank you, Mr. Road, not tonight. Probably for
the best, since my butt is feeling extra jiggly these days and this girl needs to get off her keester and get
on that dusty elliptical upstairs more often that she does (NEV-ER).
I scoped out what could possibly be pulling me away from my beloved 375 calorie snack in the… pantry
maybe? Girl Scout cookies? I deliberated for a second. (ok, four seconds, if I’m going to be honest)
Thin Mints? Peanut Butter Patties? Shortbreads? Nope, nope and nope. Nothing pulling me in this
I closed that door for the last time this evening and turned around to find the gravitational pull centered
over a little green bundle of goodness on the counter. A single Granny Smith that looked lonely, so
I grabbed it, rubbed it on my shirt, gave it some love, peeled off the sticker and took a bite of that
luscious apple over and over again until it was nothing but a skinny little core. Silently, I chanted…Go
me! And thank you, Summer!
Summer has changed her life since I met her in September 2011. She crossed over to the dark side, also
known as, The Paleo Lifestyle, and hasn’t looked back. Ok, ok, it’s not the dark side, it’s the lighter side.
L i t e r a l l y.
I’ve watched her shrink before my eyes; how can I not be moved by her extraordinary efforts? I have to
give her credit every day for making me think twice about what I’m putting into my body, especially at
9:30 at night. Daily I find myself saying, “What would Summer do?”