When I was a kid, maybe 5 or 6, I was cautious to never say swear words. Cautious may not be the right word--borderline obsessive is more like it. "Ask" was always the toughest. I was careful to over enunciate and say "assssK" instead. For my five year old self, the idea of saying a curse word was akin to smoking a cigarette; an act of rebellion for which the consequence from my parents would be a fate worse than death...utter disappointment. Of course now, I have the vocabulary of a sailor on shore leave but that is beside the point. I was not the rebel in my family and I am still not overly comfortable with being rebellious. At this point any 'utter disappointment' would stem from myself and not my parents which, as I have gotten older, impacts me far more.
One of the few acts of rebellion I take part in is eating unhealthy food. It's not as if we were ever denied junk food as a kid and forced to live on mung beans. I'm not trying to get in all of the things I missed out on. However, I would be lying if I said the shirking the tenets of Paleo wasn't fun. It's like I'm two people: the angel who wants to eat socially responsible grassfed meat and organic, pesticide/hormone/antibiotic free everything and the devil who wants to attack a double whopper with my face. Hard. As good as it feels when the angel pipes up and wins the day, it's equally (if not more) fun when the devil takes over.
Finding a balance between the two I think is where this war is going to be won.
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