Being on a diet that is highly restrictive, full of fat and
pseudo-Paleolithic is just soooo North American. ‘It’s a lifestyle’ we’re told.
The fact that it’s nearly impossible to follow in an age where even cows are
fed corn and everything is loaded with high fructose corn syrup just makes it
more fun/challenging. But in response, the ‘healthy types’ have created a
demand for grossly over-priced supposedly organic supermarkets that are popping
up everywhere… so it’s a good thing we’re here in America when we decided to
join that gang.
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As humans we tend to categorize sections of our lives. For
us there was the Caribbean phase, then the heaven that was The Bahamas and then
there was the US East coast phase. Then it all hit us like a ton of bricks or a
ton of weight. On the hips. And the tummies. All this carb rich food and rum
squall partying had finally caught up with us.
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Enter the post-indulgence phase.
We’re back from a lot of land-lubber life, car rental, road
trips, restaurants. Restaurants. And sorry USA, but the inland waterways are
NOT tempting as far as swimming goes. The boat is floating in a swamp brown
stew, staining our hulls like a 30 year smoker’s teeth. Swimming? No thanks.
Not to mention the reports in the news of dangerous bacteria lurking in the
Chesapeake.
So, there goes our main form of exercise. We do walk, but
hey, not enough. My jeans can confirm.
Now we are moving on the water again – New York City here we
come!
But now it’s different. There is no bread. No pasta dinners
onboard. No fast food burgers and fries. And the limitless cokes… ha! Not even
packaged food of any kind. We’re eating meat and veggies and nuts and a few
fruits. We may or may not be allowed dairy, but we’re eating cheese anyway, I
mean come on. Who can live without cheese?
We’ve taken to reading every label, so our trips to the
supermarket have become day long events. We stop in adorable little towns and
have to walk quickly by the local creamery, and if we do stop in a pub to hear
the live band, we drink a lot of water and sip one glass of red wine while
drooling at the cool refreshing pints of our neighboring tables. And think to
ourselves smugly of course: ‘if only they knew!’.
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Its’ been at least 10 days. I don’t think we’ve lost any weight. When
does that start then? But we’ve convinced ourselves we’re feeling healthier and
thinking clearer. I’ve forgotten what a sandwich or a handful of potato chips
tastes like.
Instead I’m living on the excitement of our imminent arrival
in New York City, sailing right up under the Statue of Liberty. We may also
take a road trip up to Maine to eat some lobster (that’s allowed), and tick
that off the bucket list.
We’ve got some ocean sailing to do over the next few days,
and I’m looking forward to that wide open feeling, sails up, deep breaths.
That’s what it’s all about.
Maybe there will be a Trader Joe’s where we can buy some
almond butter and organic avocado oil? Ooooh! Maybe they’ll have Stevia sweetened
sodas in the fridge. It’ll be a $200 tiny brown paper (highly recyclable) bag of groceries, but we’ll be
happy that we have the choice to eat healthy. Cuz this is America – land of the
free, home of the #glutenfree, #lowcarb, #eggless, #dairyfree, #sugarfree, #soyfree,
#grainfree, #vegan, #sodiumfree pancake mix.
