Had lunch with my (as of today) 21 year old baby. She has been vegetarian, vegan, went back to meat because doctor said she was low in iron. I told her I was doing a (didn’t explain Keto, just said) low carb diet. She became alarmed. “Mom, you need carbs, they are so good for you.” I explained I was getting mine from veggies. She kinda backed off, and said “I love carbs, like pie, cake, cookies, pastries.” Then she saw me eating a chicken salad and concluded I was not about to die! Why is this WOE so misunderstood?
And my daughter's response
It was the best, most overpriced restaurant chicken, I’ve ever eaten. No way I could recreate that grilled chicken at home.
Cant stop talkin about it. It was die and go to heaven chicken. Why can’t I afford a professional Keto chef?
There is the sad (SAD) truth… she doesn’t really know what is good or bad for her… just what trips her pleasure centers (like the crack!)
Understanding this WOE is only a fraction of the battle… giving up the “crack” is the biggest piece and executing correctly is the rest, though it doesn’t help that there are powerful economic and institutional forces arrayed against the keto truth
Remember the saying “When I was young, my parents were utterly stupid… but as I got older, they got smarter ”
How does she think pies, cake or cookies are good for you?
Even as a LF dieter who ate lots of carbs, I had always viewed the world though the lens of good carbs and bad carbs. Good carbs whet things like whole wheat pasta and veggies. Sugary sweets were always bad carbs.
I’ve been 5.5 weeks of zero sugar and 2.5 weeks keto. Still craving the crack
That is my addiction. I’m on week 8 and still do. Definitely not as bad but it’s still there.
I hear you! They did a study of rats, got them addicted to cocaine and then offered them sugar. No joke: the rats ended up choosing the sugar over the crack. So that’s what we’re up against.
I’ve been sober over 25 years now and no longer crave alcohol. Though it was a long time happening, it nevertheless gives me hope that eventually I’ll stop craving sugar, too. The trick is simply coping in the meantime.
Seriously the best way. Breast at 146° and thighs at 165° is my go-to. Slap them on the grill or smoker for some “color” and enjoy.
Just a random chuckle: It took me a minute to figure out why you wanted your breasts at a 146-degree angle! LOL!
Raj, you have a dirty mind!
(No wonder I lke you! )