When I started Induction on September 21st, I was pretty depressed. I
had stopped counting my carbs or really paying attention to my eating
at all. Or anything else, really. In the past couple months I have
actually found myself on a sugar *binge* -- a *binge*, mind you -- as
in a latenight trip to the Walgreens candy aisle for licorice Allsorts
and chocolate-- and all I could think about was how long and awful the
haul was going to be back down to Skinny c.
I almost didn't care anymore, and I didn't even want to do it.
I sat in the middle of the seesaw between being fat and being too lazy
and overwhelmed to start for a couple weeks, and then I thought, holy
hell, I'm getting old, and now I'm going to be fat like my mom and
then I'll probably start listening to Lake Woebegone and driving some
horrible Oldsmobile and this is just...this is just not acceptable.
So I started Induction. I didn't want to. I didn't even think it was
going to work. I was waiting around for it not to work so I could try
Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig or something. I was eating a LOT at
first -- maybe averaging 1800 to 2000 some days and I was HUNGRY and I
was MAD and I had a HEADACHE and NOTHING was happening. I lost five
pounds and suddenly noticed I seemed even FATTER than I did before I
started.
And then about three days ago, on day sixteen, my appetite just went
away. Just plain left. I was able to pay attention to what I was
eating because I really didn't want it anyway.
I can never get over this when it happens. It actually took a little
longer than usual, but what a miracle. Not only that, my bad mood
lifted, my concentration was better, and the anxiety I had been
feeling just melted. My calories drifted down just magically and today
I had to take a couple spoonfuls of oil to get to 1200.
That's how fast. That's how plain trippy lowcarbing is.
Sugar is a legal drug. Kick it and see.
c
on the road again