OK, so here’s the deal. On 20 June 2010, I had dinner with my mother and sister. My sister gave me a book that explains an eating program she’s been on: Dana Carpender’s How I Gave up My Low-Fat Diet and Lost 40 Pounds…and How You Can Too.” She’s been doing it, and has lost 10 pounds, and her boyfriend has lost 30.
I’m 300+ pounds. I have been for ages. For over 15 years, I’ve been dieting low-fat. (Susan Powter is one of my mentors, which gives you an idea about how long this has been going on.) The program works when I work it. I once lost over 50 pounds, and kept it off for several months. Of course, that didn’t last. In fact, as recently as April I started a low-fat eating plan. I lost ten pounds in three weeks and gained it all back in the two days before my period. I’ve done that four times in the last six months. But I digress.
My first thought, on receiving this book, was, “I would never eat low-carb. It’s soooo bad for you.” Except I had one of those flashes of insight. And my second thought was, “Is there anything short of strychnine that you could put in your mouth right now that would be less healthy than being this weight?” And my answer, barring industrial chemicals, was, “No.”
So on Monday the 21st, I started eating low-carb. This was very difficult. My kitchen doesn’t have the sort of stuff you need to eat low-carb. I had boxed pasta (low-fat when made with skim milk and butter sub), fruit, fat-free cottage cheese, liquid egg white, dried fruit, dried cereal, and can after can of soup with pasta or rice. I did have chicken breasts (boneless and skinless) and some lean steak in the freezer for before my next blood donation. What the heck was I supposed to eat.
I probably should have gone to the store. I didn’t.
So here I am, a week later. I’ve eaten a lot of chicken breasts. I haven’t ordered in all week. And I’m down a few pounds. I’m learning what I can eat and what I can’t. (Contrary to Ms. Carpender’s advice, sunflower seeds in the shell are a lousy snack. I can’t eat them quickly enough to assuage my hunger, so I end up picking for hours. Cashews may have more fiber, but I ate a pinch and was done.)