One morning, after the children had gone to school and the breakfast dishes were cleared away, we decided to go for a walk. Our house backs onto the hillside from where it's a vertical climb up to the Cow and Calf Rocks. As we walk uphill, I can feel the slight ache and tension in my calves. The air is crisp and bright and there is a heavy frost on the ground that dusts the heather white and sparkly. All the way up the hill, the wind whips my hair across my face, numbing my cheeks. Mike shouts back at me but I can't hear his voice. The climb is exhilarating.
I am perched on the cliff edge. Mike is keenly aware that the foothold he found is a step too far. He tells me firmly to keep still and then disappears back over the top to find another way down. In the moments he has gone I think how far we have come together on this paleo journey and what a difference it has made to my life. Because I am up a cliff.
I am stuck, granted (!) but I am up a cliff and I am doing it!
The body has such a need to move and play in whatever shape or form that takes. Movement releases powerful brain chemicals that lift us and shape us and yet how easy it is to forget and compromise and prevaricate and not use it, caught in the daily routine and grind of work, school runs tea and sofa.
The wind is fierce now. Mike climbs up the quarry below me and instructs me to place my foot on his shoulder. He holds me and lifts me down. And slowly we climb down together until we reach the ground. Looking back I realise just how high up we were. I wonder too whether the climb was an experience of that point where everything just is, where we sit perfectly in the flow of life, a moment of being? And may be I'll never know. Have you ever challenged yourself? Has changing to cleaner eating changed you?
What Is Paleo
Eat More Exercise Less