Example: For today's (close-but-not-quite-paleo) lunch, I packed myself a big ass salad (farm greens, Rosie chicken, bacon, avocado, hard boiled egg, cherry tomatoes, goat cheese), some homemade trail mix, fresh berries with full-fat yogurt, and some macadamia nuts with coconut flakes. But what I'm most looking forward to eating is my container of Creminelli Salami Piccante, grassfed New Zealand sharp cheddar, my brother-in-law's home-smoked turkey, and some cornichons:
The point is that I'm not on a weight-loss diet. For a year now, I've been perfectly happy with whatever the bathroom scale tells me. I've adopted a new approach to eating, but I'm ingesting about the same number of calories as before -- and probably more. (I don't know precisely how much more, because I'm no Zone Zombie: I don't count calories or weigh and measure everything I eat.) I'm definitely taking in a lot more dietary fat these days. And the best part? I'm not hungry.
(Except for right now -- an unwelcome side effect of writing about food.)
