When I began my Paleo Diet experiment, I thought meeting the dietary restrictions would be my biggest obstacle to success. In the experiment’s first week, it was. The sudden removal of grains and sugar from my diet left me with very strong desires to cheat. As the carb craving started to dissipate during the second week, I thought I would be home free! That belief began to change when I went to a friends’ BBQ over the weekend.
Enjoying a great meal and summer evening with friends has always been a highlight of my summer. I always enjoy some cold beers while a great meal is prepared over a hot grill, and the annual BBQ held by my friends is an event I look forward too. My friends are great cooks and being from an Italian background, they always have plenty of delicious food. I knew that steak fajitas were part of the night’s menu so I thought I would have no problem following Paleo Diet principles. Boy was I wrong.
When the food began to be served, I enjoyed the fresh fruit and vegetable sticks as well as some grilled squid. It was easy for me to avoid food that was not Paleo compliant. However, once the main dishes were served, that’s when the peer group pressure began.
To be fair to my friends, for most of the time they have known me, I was a fatso who loved food and would eat as much of it as I wanted. They have seen me lose weight over the last 2.5 years and most knew that I was conducting a Paleo Diet experiment. Yet, when I made my initial blatant attempts to refuse non-Paleo food, they wouldn’t hear of it. After explain to everyone in earshot what the Paleo Diet was and what I was doing, I gained some supporters from the women in the group, but my hosts and most of the guys continued to pressure me to cheat. The peer pressure continued throughout the meal and into the rest of the night. It was like they couldn’t wait to break me.
After a few hours of hearing “Go ahead, one tortilla, piece of cheese, etc... isn’t going to matter”, I began to realize that the people who exerted the most pressure were the ones who used to be my regular eating and drinking pals. These were the guys that I would eat 30 chicken wings with, week in and week out for months on end. They still looked and ate the way I used to. It occurred to me that the reason why they wanted me to cheat on the diet was so I could fail. Maybe they wanted me to fall off the healthy living bandwagon, so I could go back to my old ways and look and feel like them.