(I know that there are keto birthday cakes. I’m talking about their carby relatives.)
My daughter had a birthday party/slumber party on Saturday. Because she, at age 11, is a very talented chef, able to bake cakes, melt her own chocolates, voraciously reads cookbooks, it’s been…interesting being on keto during this time.
At her request, we ordered pizzas. Breaded mozzarella sticks. She and my wife baked an amazing cake. I had none of it. But what was amazing is that I wasn’t craving any of it. Times like this in the past were often a question of willpower, with a question being, “Am I going to give in the urge and eat all this stuff, or can I hold out a little longer?” This time the answer was an effortless “no”. The lack of struggle in the answer was liberating–maybe even something like Zen. This has never happened to me before, even when I was eating LCHF in the past. (I did eat a bunless burger with cheese.)
The next day I looked at the leftovers: a whole pizza, still about 2/3rds of the cake. And I realized that, in the past, there would’ve been zero leftovers because I would’ve eaten the whole pizza and cake myself. Instead of watching the scale, I may start looking at how much food I’m no longer wanting to eat: hundreds of grams of sugar and starch I don’t have to burden my poor body with.
I told my daughter that “I’m cutting down on sugar” and she understood. Later we’ll work on an almond-flour-cream-cheese crust pizza for fun…
At the moment, I’m feeling grateful that I have the opportunity to let my body heal. Thanks for reading!