I filled out this pair of trouser one year ago today. Unbelievable change.
Tomorrow will be the start of my 52nd week on Atkins, it's difficult to believe how far I've come over the last year. If it hadn't been for a tech journalist called Paul Thurott talking about the Gary Taubes book 'Why we get fat' I'd never have started low carbing and found this website. It's no lie to say that without the help and support of all the good folks here, I doubt I'd have been so successful. Thank you, one and all.
I've been wondering the last few weeks why I've been feeling that I'm fatter now than I was when I started on Atkins nearly a year ago. After much puzzling over this apparent disconnect I think I've found the reason. It's to do with the clothes I'm now wearing, unlike the loose, formless garments of a year ago I'm wearing tailored shirts and tapered trousers. Clothing which actually touches the skin rather than billows out around it. Weird how your mind works isn't it.
31 days of marshaling my thoughts daily into a semi-coherent form on this blogging platform has been good experience for me. The reality of living the WOE daily is settling in for me. My initial exuberance has leveled off into a determination to put in the time and effort, so that a fuller and more active future awaits me. That the daily compliance with the Atkins nutritional guidelines will allow me to achieve the lifestyle I desire. The hardest part of a change is consistency, the passage of ...
I can't count how many times I've sat, sadly reflecting if only I'd stuck to the current fad diet. By now I'd be X amount thinner and enjoying life, instead of sitting in this recliner with crumbs down my front. What a load of horse@#$%! The only thing I was really lamenting was my inability to defy the laws of nature. When I consume with abandon, slowly but surely I grow in girth. One piece of cake, one outrageous meal, or one day of indulgence won't have a lasting impact. But string those indiscretions ...
Tis' the time of year to make a promise to myself for the coming New Year. No problem this year, I promise to keep doing what I've been doing for the past couple of months. Eat better, feel better, be better... It feels good to know my momentum is going the right way this year. Will I be in perfect adherence, probably not. Will I forgive my transgressions, yep been there done that. Will I start everyday with a plan for nutritional success, yep. I finally have figured out all the plans and good intentions ...
I've had 4 dozen cupcakes slowly disappearing from my counter since Christmas. My youngest daughter made cupcakes for her three siblings as presents. Beautiful delious looking little chunks of delight, ready for the picking. Have I been tempted? Yes, oh heck yes. Could I remove them? Yes again. Why haven't I ? Complicated. None of the kids would sabotage me, no doubt about that. My initial thoughts were to banish them, carbish outcasts from my home. But why? I have to develop the skill ...
This WOE is dependent on good planning and proper implementation within strict guidelines. It is easy to get lost in the details of compliance, while the drudgery of the daily routine increases. The call of familiar quick easy carbohydrate items increase to a crescendo. At times I just get tired of coloring inside the lines all the time. Pure and simple, I need to do my own thing at times. The teenage mentality still is in there after all this time, not at the forefront but still there.I've had ...
I've survived the worst of the feeding frenzy, commonly known as the "holidays". Yay me! Normally I would have a refrigerator full of leftovers just waiting for a trip to the microwave and then a thrill ride on my fork of doom. I've got leftovers sure, but not the quanities or the carb loaded gifts the past holidays have produced. I'm starting to have hope I can make this work long term. The process of "fake it till you make it" starting to pay off for me. Hope ...
My tolerance for a few drinks (whiskey and diet Pepsi) has substantially degraded. Christmas eve merrymaking could have turn into dietary disaster, but my drive to reduce my bulk is strong ie: foodwise I was fine. My judgement is another story though. Everyone else had left to go to church so I had an hour to kill, I thought it would be a grand idea to tour the farm on my ATV. No problem until I decided to cross a 6" deep small creek that was 3 foot deep! Yikes what a frigging disaster. Wet, ...
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