Mostly Paleo. I grew up in a place where everyone had some sort of vegetable garden and animals in th backyard, and if we wanted anything extra, like wine, bread, or cheese, we made it ourselves or bought it from a neighbor who made it themselves.
We did have flour-based cakes for our birthday, ofcourse, but my mom made milk cream icing, not the sugary icky ones we have in USA. Also keep in mind the one cake was shared by a family of eight.

The poor ate real food, the more wealthy ones were the only ones who could afford imported candies, cakes, cookies, crackers, chips, etc, or even localmade coffee shop pastries. The poor were thin and strong, but the wealthy people were often fat. Basically if you went anywhere you didn't know people at, that'd be a quick way to tell who is who. Here in USA it seems the other way around, the poor are fat and unhealthy, and the rich are thinner and atleast in better health.

Hmm, what was it like? Hmm, what do you want to know? I can tell you we were rarely sick. I can count the times I've been sick in one hand, and that's including chickenpox.

Even though of my mom only had 4th grade, and my dad 6th grade (4th was the minimum requirement when they grew up), they knew that carbs made you fat, specially bread, and anything flour-made. Here it's the other way around, cake is ok, but lard will make you fat.

I remember the delicious food, everywhere I went. Even in school, the food served was as good as my mom's and as good as a fine restaurant. I remember spending time looking after animals or picking vegetables and fruits, but it wasn't a boring chore like people make it to be... it was fun time spent with siblings and friends. It's just that instead of eating junk, watching movies, and chatting about handsome boys, we were shelling beans, feeding animals or picking kale... and talking about handsome boys ;-p Oh, and yes, beans are not paleo, but like flour and rice, it was eaten very rarely. I can only think of one dish my mom made that had beans in it.

One time my grandmother, who was pretty diabetic, came visit (she had emigrated to USA). She brought bags and bags of Sweet and Low. I tasted one and they were SOOOOOOO sweet, and kept asking my mom if I could use them. My mom said they were bad for you, and after my grandmother left, she trashed them. Why is my mom so smart? :-) I grew up wanting to avoid becoming "just a stay at home mom" like her, but her value is so much more than any profession. Now I look to her as a role model. Even doing her job sounds better to me than being an astronaut or computer programmer.

I have my mom to thank for making me Paleo again. To believe I, the non-conformist, eventually fell in the trap of this USA food pyramid. I was eating lots of whole grains and legumes, my gallbladder got bad, and as I'm walking like the hunch of norte dame because of the pain, my mom says I should eat lard and tallow. Ofcourse, I scoff at her. A month later, I have to beg her forgiveness, because once again, she was right.

Sigh.

Unfortunately I've got to say the food pyramid back home is the same as the USA one, now! I'm scared. I'm torn between staying here and try to get Americans in the right track, or going back home and preventing it from entering the same nightmare. If I didn't have someone I love, I would be back in a heartbeat, for several reasons (education, landscape, entertainment, health, etc).

I'm out of juice, let me know if you have any questions.