The keen-eyed among you will realise I have missed 2 days of posting. Here I am back, and pleased to report I am still clean, and still feeling good with it. The scales are not reflecting much change but my clothes are, as is my mood. I have to remember that as well as cardio I have also begun lifting weights, so some of the stasis will be fat to muscle conversion. Muscle, as you may know, weighs much more than fat. I can feel my middle tightening up (from the running), and my jeans fit much better.
That said, I think it’s time to start thinking about adding some (more) structure to my eating. Thus far I have focused on being clean from sugar, on not feeling possessed by my own appetites. I feel comfortable in this; comfortable enough that I didn’t feel the need to post the last two days, I made the promise in my head, and survived not only a day out in the city with a friend but also a cinema trip by planning ahead and allowing myself more of the foods that I know don’t trigger my sugar demon.
Low carb seems to be what works for me. My diet has been sort of defaulting to low carb the last 3 weeks, but I haven’t been tracking calories or nutrients much. My biggest carb intake has been through my reliance on whole milk and walnuts to supplement me when I have been hungry, and caffe lattes to treat myself when I might otherwise have felt deprived. From experience I know that while keto style eating suits me fine, there are a couple of things that always trip me up:
Missing milk, and lattes in particular: ends up with me taking in far more calories of something else (eg coffee with cream)
Not counting my intake of calories and nutrients (carbs, fat, protein): ends up with me being in ketosis but not losing due to inadequate deficit in input/output levels.
Allowing the combined effects of both to derail my plans and send me back to my unhappy world of self-loathing and overeating.
With these things in mind, I need to go about devising a daily food plan that accounts for: disruptions in routine, social gatherings and eating out, and (most importantly) some allowance for my inner latte freak. There must be a way.
More on that later then. For now, I promise I will not harm myself with food today. I will not think about tomorrow until it arrives.