On the 23rd of this month it will have been 3 months of locarbing for me. I have found where I was meant to be all these years, and just never knew. Even as a kid I knew I couldn't eat a snack of fruit on an empty stomach, it would dig a pit in my tummy that felt odd. I would feel like I needed some cheese or peanut butter. Now I can see that in my own kids (haven't worked out any locarb with them yet), but it's easier to encourage a fattier snack at times.

I've been experiementing a bit, both willingly and unwillingly. This last weekend was an unwillingly one, and it just confirmed my need to follow this plan. I was gone for 3 days and a few times the food was 100% carbs, and one of those times I had to eat. But it was doable. At a pizza party (yes, I was starved, stupid me) I ate one and only one piece of pizza (no binge). Of course that started the downhill spiral. Later I drank a margarita (but that's a staple for me ). The next day at the breakfast it was only continental and I ate one piece of heavier rye bread (my best choice) with gobs of cream cheese. My lunch of german sausages was probably okay, but sauerkraut wasn't a good choice (carbs and gassy stuff together didn't do too well).

So I spent time with a messed up tummy, and a messed up gut (cause who can potty well on a trip). Note to self--bring a laxative tea on all trips.

But once home and back to my own food, it was a day of locarb and my body cleaning out, and I just feel great again.

I tasted a french fry last night.....nothing. A friend made yummy quesadillas the other night, I ate it, but only a tiny bit of the shell. No one cares what you eat or don't eat. It's when your choices aren't there that it's hard.

I'm just rambling now, but I am so happy that my stomach feels good for the first time in my life.

I'm now a person that drinks too much coffee with cream and SF syrup (my new vice), too much wine...and the occasional margarita. I eat eggs and bacon for breakfast, an occasional Atkins bar, salads and meats, some veggies (not enough), fancy smoked cheeses, and whole pounds of steamed shrimp (a treat). I also treat myself to portobello mushrooms which I cook up with lots of butter.

I hate to take vitamins and other supplements, I need to work on that. I need to get more regular (pun intended) with my fiber supplements, and exercise is not a regular word in my vocabulary.

But I have arrived to the locarb way of life. I am here and I'm going to stay, bad vices and all.