Mostly Cave Girl Day Three

So, I'm day three into my attempt at going only mostly cave girl. So far, so good. We even went out to a restaurant last night and managed to stick to the plan (bison, roasted veggies, spinach and mushrooms...mmmm). My food options are basically are if it can be hunted or fished and killed or grew up out of the ground, I will eat it. This is mixed with some nuts and seeds, which are paleo compliant and... cheese because, dang, I LOVE cheese. Yes, cheese is a "no-no" apparently because it is highly acidic. I've been sticking to just using them to add a bit more flavour (goat cheese on my salad, a tbsp of feta mixed into some spinach.

Of course, options are limited due to the lack of functional plumbing in our kitchen keeping us from really wanting to clean dishes. Oh, yeah, in addition to going to the cert, training for qualifiers and the nuttiness that is The Office, I am also gutting my basement and redoing it. Then we will be gutting and redoing our second floor with some modifications to the half story as well. So far, its meant a lot of pre-cooked shrimp rings and raw veggies and salads. I shall not emulate Kramer and shower with my pots and pans. Sorry, but no.

After this evening's supper, I am going to give intermittent fasting a shot until lunch time tomorrow. Bascially, it's only skipping three of my 5-6 meals. I'll survive. But, no, I am not giving up the dark roast in the a.m.

No idea if its going to make a significant difference in the workouts or not as of yet because, well, I'm sick with the flu and its deloading week so I've been a forced gym slacker.

Uhg, I think my basement dude is smoking. I can smell it amidst the other bad odors of old dirt, crumbled basement and dirty dishes. Despite the fact that I feel like kaka, I think I'm going to escape my sty-like hovel and make for The Office. Ya gotta love renos...

Okay, now basement dude is singing along with The Doors on the radio. The day is improving! And now he is grunting to Thunderstruck. Awesome! I don't think they know I'm home. Oh, please, please, please let him break out some falsetto screaming.