I'm not going to go into the hows or whys re: my non-existent posts, except to say: Lack of inspiration. But now, the urge has returned. One including focus, always a helpful muse.
For the last three weeks, the Brit and I have been toying with a lower-carb diet. The reasons behind this are a mishmash of doctor warnings, extensive research, eye-opening science, and a last resort for me with a body that will not let go of weight when I stay on the Standard American Diet, no matter how little I eat or how much I exercise.
So far, I'm down 5.6 pounds. Hopefully a bit more, which I'll find out tomorrow on my weigh-in day. Even if half of it is water weight, this is nothing short of a miracle. Let's just say: underactive thyroid AND the start of insulin resistance = frustration.
My current food choices circle around meats, vegetables, cheese, a glass of wine, and nibbles of 75-82% dark chocolate. An occasional high-fiber bran cracker. Coffee, of course, but with the teeniest splash of cream -- it doesn't take much to get to the New York "dark" style coffee that I like. And if I'm being honest, a little bit of sucralose here and there when I need something sweet. I'm not thrilled about artificial sweeteners of any kind (even in my very occasional can of diet soda), but it's a way to have a little sweet, as opposed to an all-out NO for the foreseeable future.
Never give me an all-out NO. My brain will rebel in ways that I cannot physically control.
The first 36 hours were difficult, but not horrendous. I allowed myself a bite of banana here and half an apple there the first two days to allow my sugar levels to decrease gradually. The rest of the first week was a breeze. I felt great. I actually went to dance classes. And I lost almost four pounds.
Then Week Two. I'm not going to lie: it was horrific. Crankiness. Mean reds. Exhaustion like nothing I've ever experienced. The Brit's concern levels hit an all-time high -- he even suggested I call the pharmacy to make sure I didn't get a bad batch of thyroid medicine. By the end of the week, we decided a change of scene may help and scooted up to my (very generous) aunt and uncle's weekend home in Flagstaff. I'm still not sure if my symptoms were delayed hormonal/blood sugar adjustment, or just simple cabin fever and weariness of constant 110+ degree temperatures here in Phoenix. Probably both.
Regardless, four days in Flagstaff set me to rights -- and more importantly, I didn't give up on the diet. I even managed to squeeze in daily workouts while in the cool pines. We're now back home, finishing Week Three. My energy levels seem to have stabilized. I had a dinner party on Thursday night and managed a mostly low-carb menu that went over phenomenally well. The slight exception: grilled peaches with mascarpone, mint and toasted almonds for dessert -- and let me tell you, that was the MOST DELICIOUS half-a-peach EVER.
Tomorrow, the scale will tell me if I'm still on track to lose 1-2 pounds a week. But already: my jawline has more definition; my neck is tapering; and my upper abs are less poofy. I am not looking to be a sample size -- just back to my pre-thyroid problems "comfortable in my skin" weight. Regardless of weight, I also have the chance to step back from my genetic destiny and the type 2 diabetes hovering in my future. No sugar/grains (except on very special occasions) vs. pills and insulin...and then no sugar/grains EVER? I'll take the former, happily.
So for now: 30-35 grams of carbs per day. This allows me a cascade of vegetables, as well as the little treats (cheese, dark chocolate, wine) I need to stay sane. I look forward to the day I can add a bit of fruit back in, but that's temporarily on hold. And I'm OK with that sacrifice.
Tonight, we're having Chicken Puttanesca and a Raw Kale Salad (hold the bread crumbs). Coconut Popsicles for dessert -- if they turn out (I have high hopes and will share the recipe tomorrow if they do). Not bad for "diet food," eh?
Am I still a Greedy Gobbler? Absolutely! And I always will be. My new mission is to show it can be done -- happily and healthfully -- using me as the test object. Wish me luck. A little due karma. And lots of creamy treats along the way.
N.B.: At some point, I'll get more in-depth into the science and reasoning behind this decision. If you're curious now, however -- and want to be completely gobsmacked by what real research tells us about our bodies, as opposed to standard U.S. nutrition dogma -- I cannot recommend this book enough. Keep in mind that I am a public health advocate, with 12+ years of healthcare public relations under my belt -- and a master's degree in library/information science to boot. In other words, I can cut through bullshit and critically research the hell out of anything (and often do, much to my loved ones' collective annoyance). The Brit is a multi-degreed biomechanical engineer and very suspicious son-of-a-surgeon. We would not be making this change lightly, or without some serious, multi-layered scientific backup to the claims. Insulin, folks. It's almost all about insulin. And may actually be the core answer to our nation's (quite literal) ills. Time will tell.
