Get thee behind me, fatman.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, I was morbidly obese.

Before – fat

I was that fat guy you stared at whilst wondering how in the name of all that is holy he let himself get into that state.

In short – I managed it by eating too much of the wrong stuff, not exercising enough, and being rather too fond of the old pop, the sherbet, the happy juice, the booze.

Then, one night, in the middle of a particularly stressful period towards the end of 2012, I thought I was having a heart attack. I’ll put it this way – if that wasn’t the prelude to or opening bars of a heart attack concerto, then I shudder to think what a real one must feel like.

Message received and understood, universe.

Within a few days I had signed up for Weight Watchers, and I was on my way.

Weeks turned into months, shed pounds into stones.

As I approached my target weight, it became obvious that in order to complete the task, as well as maintain my ideal weight, certain things were going to have to disappear once and all from my diet, alcohol for one. I was already thinking about jettisoning carbs, thanks to the good work my wife had done weight-loss wise with the LCHF ( Low Carb High Fat ) diet.

It was at this point that I bought my first book on the Paleo diet. It felt as though after months of rummaging around trying to locate the missing, final piece of a jigsaw, I had finally found it, down the back of the sofa.

After – fit and healthy

So here I am today, a happy, fit Paleoista. This blog is going to be a permanent record of my on-going adventures in the world of  all stuff Paleo – meals eaten and cooked, books bought and read, recipes bastardised, all of it.

This is going to be fun….