Paleo on $100 a Month day 6 - Tater Tots

I woke up this morning with a weird taste in my mouth, not from all the ham, but really just thinking about how many of my internet friends were having trouble this week.  I thought back to how many of us had created Facebook accounts to share our journey, and then some nasty, spiteful, or just generally mean person disrupted the process.  Many took down their blogs and posts.

The original tater tots

Well, sure, I hide somewhat behind a whole flock of screen names.  I used to share pictures from time to time to friends, but took them all down after a certain busy bee started crabbing about "red-faced low carbers".  Yes, I do have a red face from time to time, sometimes as red as the sweet potatoes that will hopefully be underneath the plants you see here, as red as the red shiso in a row behind.  And even if I weigh 125 or 225, I am still old and female, and therefore, subject to derision by many in the paleo crowd, who will be more than happy to use my pictures as some sort of fuel to buttress their particular macronutrient-ratio or male-domination argument.

See, this thing isn't really about weight, or age, or macro ratios.  It is really about just living your e-life and having to deal with creepy bullies.

This past week's holiday celebrations brought another opportunity to share and argue (with some) about what I eat.  I am tired of defending my way of eating, a way that has brought greater health and sanity to me, when not being temporarily distracted by internet busybodies.  When one attendee at the dinner suggested that I should look into this pattern of falling into controversy, I did take a look.  For a few days.

Today I am writing about it.  I will not shut up because some people are psycho on the internet.  I will not take responsibility for the creepy behaviors displayed by some here, no, I will not let them hang their silver bracelets around my neck.  I will not take the blame for the obesity crisis.  I will continue to enjoy cream in my coffee.

Today, I was all set to write about how long it takes to secure food.  The tiny plants in the photo may produce sweet potatoes for Thanksgiving.  Then again, the plants may struggle and produce large tubers only by the end of the second year.  The shiso plants behind them are weeds, but the seeds only germinate after a longish period in the cold damp soil.  This season's freeze took out almost every single pepper plant, but gave me hundreds of shiso plants in return.

I got onto my EMF-spewing computer this morning, only to be greeted by this wonderful article, trying to make me feel guilty for eating the way I do.

"Adding cream and sugar to your daily coffee won't kill you, but most people won't like what can happen."   So, what will happen?  Will I die of a heart attack?  Get attacked by a dietitian?  Shamed by an obesity researcher? Should I have been shamed into running this idea past Kresser first?

 Nope.  Nope.  Not gonna do it.  I may just have to stay away from celebrations chocked with all sorts of ritual food, and then being told I must not eat it.  Being told as I am pouring cream into my coffee that there are studies showing that low carb diets kill people, and then having that person not be able to produce any of these studies.  Being told that by people who are very sick and red-faced.  Well, they should be red-faced, but for the bad behavior, not the diet.

No, fluff-internet-article-writer.  Cream in my coffee will probably not kill me.  It is not a bad habit.  This is my diet.  My adding cream to my coffee is not mindless.  Deal with it.

Now, as for the $100 dollar challenge:  This morning I enjoyed a lovely breakfast of ham, eggs and greens cooked in pork fat, with a small cup of cofee (AND CREAM) from trader Pablo.  I'll probably buy a carton of eggs today, and that is all.  I have already eaten a stick of butter and not even a week has gone by.