This time it must be permanent
I'm new here. But I'm not new to low-carbing. At the age of 12, my mom put me on a low carb diet and I lost weight like crazy ... at that time, 60 carbs a day was my limit. Now, 40 years later, I'm committing myself to this way of eating for the final time. I'll forego a description of all the agonies of attempted weight loss and health improvement of all those intervening years. Suffice it to say that this time. it must be permanent.
About two weeks ago, my brother came to visit for a few days. He has diabetes. He is 62, but he looks and acts much older. His hands shake so bad, he can't even hold a camera to take a picture. His ankles are gnarly, misshapen, and discolored, and they don't even look like ankles anymore. He doesn't adhere to a specific diet, but takes a lot of medication. He uses a lot of products with aspertame (which I've come to believe is a deadly poison that's been foisted upon us).
While he was here, his wife cooked a meal for us. It was a high-carb nightmare. After eating what was offered, and the leftovers the next day, I crashed. I hit bottom. I remember lying down to sleep, and feeling my heart flip-flopping around, threatening to flop out of my chest. My feeling of "definitely not ok" was overwhelming. I sensed that my blood sugar was through the roof, and that my blood pressure probably was as well. I felt like a disaster waiting to happen, sort of a time bomb.
That was my Waterloo. I knew I could not continue to allow myself to feel this way. I started cutting out carbs the next day. By February 11th, I had the carbs whittled down to pretty close to the Adkins Induction level, and I weighed in at 229 (I want to weigh 150).
I cannot go back, and I know that now. So, I have begun, and this time, it's permanent ... it must be, or else ...
I'm glad to be here in the forums. I've already learned a lot, and look forward to the interaction and mutual support. Thanks for being here.
I'm on my way!
Jen B
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