Oh, a special weekend post, because this is my blog and I can do what I want!
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Losing weight isn’t something important to me. I’m cute, I’m smart, I’m funny, and my weight doesn’t affect any of those things. I’m goddamn charming, even at 210.
When people have asked me about losing weight, I cut back with the same retort every time, “I’d rather be fat and happy than skinny and miserable.”
Unfortunately, living off of Oreo cookies and Cheetos is not conducive to a pain-free life. My back, neck, and shoulders hurt constantly. I’m prone to muscle inflammation. I get winded walking up the stairs to my apartment. And no doctor will even entertain the idea of recommending me for a breast reduction until I’ve lost at least 40 lbs.
I’m okay with being fat. I also acknowledge that my poor diet (my diet, not my weight) contributes to some not-so-happy physiological feelings. I need to make changes to improve my overall physical health. It’s hard to be happy when I’m in pain all the damn time.
Which is where keto comes in.
Pup started keto back in November or December, and within the first couple weeks (without even exercising) he said he felt a lot better. He could breathe easier, some medical issues with his heart/chest he’d been having went away, he had more energy… That’s what I need. I need energy and to be able to breathe when I do physical activity.
Now, I’m not a fan of restriction diets. I don’t think they’re effective long-term solutions. I don’t think it’s realistic to cut out fruits and grains for the rest of forever. I’m still not entirely sold on the limited research that says it’s safe to do so. Ultimately, I will always believe that moderation and proper proportions in a well-balanced diet coupled with ample physical activity is always going to be the best way to feel not just physically healthy, but mentally healthy as well.
After all, we all know I’m a big believer that the two are linked. And chances are, sitting forlornly while you nosh on almonds and cheese cubes while all your friends are eating birthday cake is not good for your mental well-being.
That said, I do believe that these kinds of restriction diets have their short-term uses (and I’m not talking about weight-loss). I think these diets are great ways to kick bad habits, if you can stick to them for long enough. If someone craves fatty foods to the point of excess, cutting fats completely out of their diet for a time can help them break the habit of immediately going for the greasy cheeseburger and help them learn to enjoy low-fat foods just as much. Then, when they’re off their diet, they’ve trained themselves into making healthier choices.
Me? I’m addicted to sugar. I mean, hardcore addicted to sugar. I’m addicted to sugar the way that other people are addicted to cigarettes, alcohol, or heroin. So, a diet that completely cuts out sugar even in its most basic forms (glucose and fructose–which is what all carbohydrates break down to in the body) will make me suffer, but will also be good to help me break the habit of running for the Oreos every time I feel down.
In a show of true masochism, I’m also trying my hand at intermittent fasting during the first week, which I’m far less sketchy about than restriction dieting. Part of adding that into the mix is to get into ketosis faster and part of it is because I have a horrible tendency of eating right before I go to bed which needs to stop.
I started yesterday. It’s… unpleasant for me. Sugar withdrawal hit me hard within only the first twelve hours. But, I made it through the first day without slipping up, so that’s cool.
I’ll be sure to keep you guys posted on how things go. Pray for me.
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