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The Paleo Diet: A First-Hand Account

NEW YORK (MainStreet)—Let me just start off by saying that I am not, in fact, a modern-day cavewoman. I do not wear pieces of fur on my body, not even the kind you can buy at the store. I do not grunt, nor do I make fire with sticks and rocks.

I do, however eat meat—a lot of it. And vegetables—lots of those. I eat fruit when I want fruit, and I don't worry about counting my carbs with each bite. As a follower of the much buzzed-about Paleo Diet, a.k.a "The Caveman Diet," I can tell you that it has improved my health, simplified my life and saved me a lot of money in the long run.

Now, don't get me wrong—the Paleo Diet is not about eating whatever I want, whenever I want. The whole mantra behind the diet can be explained in one statement: just eat real food. It sounds simple enough, but I admit that it took a lot of research and one of my best friends to get me to where I am. Prior to starting Paleo, I was around 15 to 20 pounds heavier, which, at a height of 5'2", can feel like having another small human strapped to your thighs. I would manage to lose some weight, but then I'd plateau. My plateaus would lead me into depression, which would then lead me into the open arms of my arch nemesis: sugar.

Sugar was like an unhealthy, addictive boyfriend--something I returned to despite the destructive consequences. I loved jelly beans, chocolate and tons of caramel in my iced coffee. I was also a big binger—if I ate a handful of jelly beans, I'd feel like I had already messed up my whole day, and I'd go on to eat half the bag. I was embarrassed, I was nauseous, and eventually I was just finished living like that.

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