I have been in ketosis for over three weeks now.
I also walk a lot.
These changes have slowly taken a toll on my bodyfat and I’m starting to lose weight. I can feel it. My clothes are not as tight as they used to be. I sleep better. I have more energy. I’m not as hungry as I used to be. And last but not least, I think I look better.
These things are my incentive to keep going. It grows my self-discipline.
The fact that I have succeeded in keeping it going for over three weeks grows it even more. That’s just how I am, I guess.
I don’t own a scale, which I think is a good thing. That way, I don’t get over occupied with my weight. That means I don’t need to feel bad the days when I’m not losing weight, or even gaining weight. Because those days happen.
I DON’T NEED THAT KIND OF NEGATIVITY IN MY LIFE!
No, but seriously. That shit is just stressful.
So, I guesstimate my weight. I think I’m down about 11-12 pounds.
My weight is what it is because of two things.
- I’m the opposite of active
- I use food as an anxiety medication
I have tried a low carb high fat diet before and I liked it. The good thing about it is that I can indulge in my overeating at times because as long as I keep away from the carbs, I won’t gain weight. Being in ketosis is magical in that way. It is also a diabetes 2 inhibitor which is important to me.
So, I’m going all in on LCHF. Let’s do it.
And my fat is killing me. Very slowly, but still. A doctor gave me a “diabetes warning” years ago. “If you don’t get your shit together, you have a 65% chance of getting diabetes”, he said.
Get my shit together. I didn’t.
A couple of years later, another doctor tells me “your blood sugar is high. It’s 7. If you have OVER 7 on two separate tests, you have diabetes.” “I’m gonna start working out!”, I said, with a hint of panic in my voice. And sure I did. Not! Well, I was at the gym 4 times. It kind of died after that.
I have been in better shape. Much better actually. I was a fat kid that lost a lot of weight in my teens. About 50-55 pounds. I trained like a crazy person and had my diet in check for years. I made it work. I had discipline. Lots of it. Somewhere on the road I lost it, and now, I’m that fat kid again. But 47 years old. Now I’m scared of dying. I’m scared of leaving my kids way to early. I’ve got to get in shape.
I have GOT TO get in shape.
So, this is just another diet blog. Welcome!