My own fat journey started 10 months ago when I finally had enough of being fat. Sick of being sick and tired or being tired.
I’ve been down this road before. Too many times to recount as I’m sure so many of you have been before. Looking at photos of yourself and thinking “my god, i’ve really let myself go!”, “why am I so fat?” or even “I should really get to the gym more often” etc.
We all have demons inside our heads and those guys are real fuckers at the worst of times.
There are times when I simply could not care anymore. What’s another half bag of popcorn, another halloween candy from the kids stash, another slice of cake? It’s my birthday after all! So what, I’m fat already!
Demons, those fuckers.
Along my fat journey I have discovered that it wasn’t just the demons inside my head that were at war with my body, it was actually my own body at war with itself. My body was fighting a losing battle all due to the chemical shit storm that I had created out of my own food addiction (more on this later).
All good stories have a beginning…
As I have mentioned earlier, my story started roughly 10 months ago in the spring of April 2017. I had gained and lost over 40 lbs in the span of 8 years over and over like a hamster on a wheel.
First, I had my babies. I gained over 40 lbs with the first one, lost 20lbs then put on another 20lbs with the other one. I was 210 at my heaviest with my second baby. Lost another 20 lbs and sat at roughly 190 lbs for a few months. Hamster on a bloody wheel.
This is where the story starts. But first, a little background…
In the winter of 2009, I had started attending Zumba classes. I did very hesitantly due to peer pressure from a friend I no longer have. We are no longer friends due to peer pressure, the irony.
I lost 10 lbs in the first month. I did Zumba for almost 3 years, sometimes 5-6x/ week. I lost 10 lbs. I sat at 180 lbs for years. I also started a baking business at home. I consumed everything I ate, as did my hubs.
Maybe, this should have been my first clue that trying to out exercise your diet was futile. But it wasn’t. I continued to consume what I thought was healthy foods all in “moderation”. That’s the secret sauce right? It’s not what we eat, it’s how much we eat. It’s your fault you’re fat. You have no control.
Those fucking demons are back.
I took the red pill…
I was introduced to the Keto-Fied Ruled.Me cookbook by a co-worker who also started her own journey. I am not one to shy away from friendly competition, so I signed up.
This was the red pill I took. For 2 months I followed the recipes to the tee, I was diligent and committed. It was not easy but I lost 25 lbs in the first month.
Although I am no stranger to weight loss, this was miraculous because it was solely based on diet and diet alone.
No need to workout. No need to run a single mile. No need to lift a single weight. I ate all my fat, protein and kept my carbs under 25g. My fat journey was just beginning.
From April to September 2017, I kept losing weight. I consumed literature from MD’s, psychiatrists, nutritionists (CNS), journalists, trainers, average people would write blogs about their own fat journey and how they felt better by simply decreasing and in most instances removing carbs from their diet. Listened to podcasts (will post links to my favourite at the end). Was this the real truth?
My rabbit hole kept getting bigger and deeper.
During my time of transitioning from a very SAD (standard american diet), the irony with this diet is a paradox in and of itself, I went through so many physical, emotional and social changes.
Primarily losing weight was a huge bonus. I was trying to shut up my demons after all but the process itself proved to be far more rewarding then I ever thought possible.
The red pill benefits
In continuing down this path it has led me to believe that the choices we make in regards to what we feed our bodies is the ultimate modifier of health.
Working as a massage therapist is a very physically demanding job. There were days when I would need to take a nap in the afternoon, would need to schedule a break every 2 hours for a least 30 min to “recharge”, would have to pack copious amounts of food to keep me going throughout the day.
Shakes, supplements, some new “detox” tea I would have to prep for a week, count my macros, my calories…I threw all that shit in the compost along with my spinach and kale that went bad after a day.
Freedom. Freedom from food addiction is the single most freeing thing that I have acquired from this new “unhealthy” high fat, low carb diet.
Bearing witness to my own transformation has made me question everything we have been told by our trusted health professionals. I see clients every day with the same complaints, over and over again like hamsters on a wheel. And I always ask about their diet. What are you consuming? What are you feeding your body?
Afterall, the body is a masterpiece comprised of many moving parts and it all starts with your diet. So are you fueling it or are you depleting it?
Follow these links to the best podcast on living a low-carb/keto/zero carb lifestyle:
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