At no point in my life have I been able to eat whatever I want without repercussion. People like this do exist (I’ve met at least two) and while I realize it may not be that way for the majority of the public, to someone like me it often seems that way. My weight yo-yoed throughout my twenties but I was usually able to control it with a LOT of exercise and cutting out the things I love most: bread, potatoes, booze, and the occasional cookie. Other than breast feeding (best diet EVER) low-carb diets are the only way I have ever been able to lose weight. I even trained for AND RAN a half-marathon but continued to eat carbs. I lost exactly +2 pounds. Yep, I gained weight and still didn't love my body.
Talking about dieting sucks. It's a vulnerable insight that ultimately tells others that you're unhappy with the way you look or feel, and that's really fucking hard to do. But here I am, back on the diet horse and telling you about it. I hope this time will be different. I'm working under the direction of a real life doctor. There is no "name" for this diet, but the science behind it makes sense to me. Today, over a full month in, I can honestly say it is not the worst thing I’ve ever done. I don’t have to count calories, I only had to stop drinking for 10 days (though I am limited to four drinks a week, hahahahah) and everything I’m eating is whole, real food. Exercise will make its way back into my life as the snow melts, and right now that's okay.
A friend who follows me on Pinterest recently asked if I was gluten free because of the types of recipes I was pinning. "GAH, NO!" I quickly defended, but as it turns out, if you’re eating whole, real food and no flour you end up pretty close to being gluten free. And low sugar. And low carb. That doesn't make it a fad diet, and it doesn't make it wrong. I still miss crusty baguettes and my friend Lizzie’s Monday baking treats, but I love knowing every ingredient that’s going into my body and am saving a ton of money by bringing my own lunch to work every day.
Is it working? My scale is still not my friend, but I've lost over an inch from my waist and I like the way I feel more than I did in early January. For now I’m going to stress less about the numbers on the scale and more about what I’m making for dinner. Slowly but surely I will convince myself that a flavored LaCroix with a splash of bitters is a nice way to wind down from a hectic week.