It's been three weeks since Drew and I started doing the really low carb thing. By really low carb, I mean that we try to stick to 20 or less grams of carbohydrates a day (for now, not forever). That's super low and the idea is to put your body into ketosis so that it's burning fat instead of carbs for energy. Like I've said, it wasn't as hard as I anticipated it would be. It proved to be easier for me to just eat no processed foods or refined carbs than other diets where I could eat some (but never enough). We completely cut out bread and pasta of any kind. No added sugar (and not even any fruit for right now). No crackers or cookies or ice cream or chips or... all stuff like that. If it comes in a box, chances are we aren't eating it. Even with temptations, that's been going really well. It was fairly easy to stick to because we've just felt so much better since we started. There were really very few slip ups (I mean, I ate a chicken tender with the crust on it last week) and we've just been sticking with meat, eggs, full fat cheese, nuts, and lots of green veggies. Anyway... that was all fine and dandy until Sunday evening. I don't know why, but I was having crazy cravings and I convinced myself that a splurge wouldn't hurt anything and... I ate a package of pop tarts. Drew partook in the pop tart feast with me. No big deal, I told myself. Slip ups happen, I'd just do better the next day. Then the next day I ate a handful of peanut butter crackers with Eleanor. The next day I didn't feel so great and my mood has been kind of all over the place the last three days, but the more carbohydrates I ate, the more I wanted. Then the panic attack happened and I've just been a bit of a moody mess. Last night we went out to eat with friends and instead of choosing a pork chop and veggies, I ordered a hamburger and fries. No, no, no. Just no. Why did I do that? I didn't realize how good I'd felt for the last few weeks until I ate poorly for the last few days. Y'all, I feel rotten. I feel bloated and achy and moody and my face is breaking out again. Drew never gets headaches, but he woke up this morning about 4 am with a headache so severe that he couldn't go back to sleep. Add in that not so great feeling in our guts and we are both 100% on board the low carb train. Because we've cut out all grains and sugar (and then ate junk with mixed ingredients), we don't know what exactly has made us feel rotten. Sugar? Wheat? Gluten? Whatever it is, it isn't worth it. We definitely need to stick with this food plan and wait a while before adding any of that other stuff back in. At least then we'll have a better chance at identifying what each ingredient does to us.
I feel annoyed at myself for a few reasons. One: I didn't think I'd be this person preaching about low carb or elimination diets. I'm not even really doing an elimination diet, it just worked out that way. And now here I am telling you all about it. How annoying is that?! Two: Once I gave it a shot and experienced how much better I felt, I really should have been smart enough to stick with it.
So, yeah. Don't eat sugary junk and just skip the bread and potatoes. You might feel better for it.
We didn't get any rain Sunday, but a front moved through and it cooled off enough for Drew to do yard work. We joined him for a sugar free Popsicle on the back deck.