A Fouled-Up Diet
Too dumb to break mirrors, I allowed vanity to
get me on a diet. I denied it was just another "yeah, sure" moment, one more
immature effort to get hunky again. I convinced myself it was a calm considered
crack at feeling better and getting healthy.
Because I've had some
luck with the low-carb thing. I threw away my uninsured anxieties over possible
complications, dumped the brown rice, swore off the great (and dirt cheap) big
box store chocolate chip cookies, and stocked up on meat and dairy products.
I started losing
weight - but it didn't run off in sheets the way it once had. Something wasn't
working right. I was only losing a pound or so a week even though I was being a
very good boy and keeping myself (I thought) under ten carbs a day. My body
just wasn't going into that magical weight loss state of ketosis.
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After about six weeks
of this slow and disappointing progress, I decided to drop seven bucks and go
for the ketone test strips- an investment in the scientific method.
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