Me either.
It’s so individualized; some folk surely must need to up fat to achieve goals and others, not. Some of us I think lose best on moderate fat, as long as carbs are low. Just like how some lose on 50g carbs and others (me) need next to zero in order to lose.
Well, Susan seems to be relatively new to keto and her understanding of what keto is. If she doesn’t want to be eating every three hours, higher fat may be better until she gets fat adapted.
I don’t remember “liking” this comment, just fyi! Your comments make me wonder why you’re on this forum, honestly. You seem pretty satisfied with your diet… or am I mistaken? Are you doing keto and want to give and receive support?
Dear Susa, I think we learned a lot from your post and about skinny people and fat people that form a work community. It was quite revealing reading as the story progressed.
I’d say there are people who blame genetics, but those tend to be people who work out like dogs, eat whole wheat, salad and chicken breast and are still fat. You asked about people who eat muffins and donuts. I suspect the problem is that they don’t know they’re sugar addicts. I’m generalizing from my experience as a muffin and donut lover, so you can judge if you think this is correct. But here’s how it worked for me.
I couldn’t quit sugar until I knew I was an addict. Once I thought of myself as a smoker, but with sugar instead of cigarettes, then it was just a matter of try to quit and it might take many attempts but I’d eventually succeed. I’ve seen people quit smoking and that’s how it works. Fine.
Before then, because I didn’t know I was an addict, I did it wrong. My goal wasn’t to quit sugar but to limit myself to say two desserts per week. That’s logical. Sugar is a great experience and deprivation takes so much willpower and a little bit of sugar is not that harmful. So the cost/benefit of sugar lands at say twice per week. That was the plan I tried to implement, and failed, for years. Too bad I just didn’t have the willpower, as I viewed it, to pull that off. I didn’t realize that what I was trying to do was the equivalent of a smoker trying to cut back to a pack a week. I didn’t understand that cravings go away, but only if you quit 100% for a period of time. Once I realized I was an addict, I could draw the analogy to smoking and know that it’s not a life of perpetual willpower and deprivation once you quit. Life is actually easier and better because you don’t have to always be trying and failing to limit yourself.
By the way, just as most ex-alcoholics can never touch a drink again ever but a few are at some point able to drink a little socially, so it is with sugar. So the donut and muffin eater need not fear that by quitting they will never taste sugar again. Maybe they will. I have a tiny bit now and then. But that donut and muffin easier can rejoice because with work they will never crave sugar again, meaning improved health and improved quality of life day-to-day. That’s how it is for me anyway.
Lightbulb moment for me! It wasn’t that I had such horrible willpower all those years. I was friggin’ addicted. Not sure why it just hit me that there is a difference but suddenly, I feel like I can stop blaming myself and my lack of discipline and understand it was addiction. Thank you!
I LOVED frosted flakes for breakfast, and I was such a carb/sugar addict that I’d ADD sugar to those flakes, in the realms of three soup-spoonfuls (roughly 3 heaping tbsp), which would just sit at the bottom of the bowl waiting for me to scoop it up with my big-ass spoon when I was done shoveling in the goopy, sloppy, sugary mess of anti-masturbation pigswill down my gullet every morning before high school.
Why did I love it? It fed my soul, or mollified the pain in my soul from lack of parental love and acceptance?? Something like that. Mother working long hours. Step-father a douche. Father emotionally absent due to his own childhood issues. Yeah, I dove head first into anything that could make me feel “good”, even if for a short time, until the hypoglycemia kicked in and then I’m jonesing for another “fix” of sugar/carbs, and staring at the clock in the classroom, watching the minutes move forward until LUNCHTIME!!! and then it was time for potato patties covered in packaged beef gravy and sugar-laden ketchup, with a side of cola.
I didn’t know any better. My mother was a nurse, worked with doctors, I figured she knew it all, and if she brought that pigswill into our home well then it MUST be good for us, right?? I mean, this woman had the whole Food Pyramid arch-thing (canadian) on our fridge so we’d ‘know’ how to eat ‘properly’.
Also, my dad (divorced from my mom when I was 3, so visiting him) was a vegetarian for as long as I can remember, and even HE had sugary shite in his home which I interpreted as “healthy”, so I copied in my teens and swore off meat…for a short while.
We are all fed erroneous information regarding nutrition, and then are blamed when it doesn’t pan out the way they told us it would. Obviously, we didn’t “listen” enough, and that’s why we’re all fat, sick, and nearly dead. It’s the same story every day, all the time.
What bugs me is how I can see the effects of that pigswill on the faces of children, and adults. I can see the dullness in their eyes. Deficiency of some awareness brought on by deficiency of nutrients. They can’t seem to move forward in their growth, and are stuck in perpetual dullsville. It saddens me because, even though I know it’s not too late (look at all of us! 
), I also know it’ll take a monumental catastrophe to make them open their eyes and their minds to “alternative” possibilities. Part of me wishes for that moment that makes them change, but another part of me demands, “WHY does it have to take such catastrophe to make people change?!?”
Thank you @michaelwolfnyc and @Kismet for your thoughtful and insightful posts. I really enjoyed reading them and reflecting on my own journey.
I spent three months in between jobs (march-may) immersing myself in online keto info. Daily, at my laptop, reading, making copious notes. And every time I thought I’d “gotten” it, something else would come up that would derail my ideas, and set me off on a yet another tangent.
I am still learning, and adapting info.
I’ve been kinda sheltered, do you mind explaining the anti-masturbatory effect?
#baffled
(did you mean mastication?)
Corn flakes were invented in order to prevent boys from masturbating.
The irony that he thought his cereal was healthy but sex and masturbation wasn’t. Weirdo.
Read the article so thoughtfully linked by @scoakley13. Explains it well.
“To remedy this, Kellogg believed the answer was a healthy diet, believing that more flavoursome foods encouraged sexual activity. He came up with two breakfast staples that he believed would curb sexual impulses.”
I just feel bad for poor Mrs. Kellogg.
“hey gals, want the Mister to back off a bit? Serve CornFlakes! No more ‘not now, dear, I have a headache’ moments! He’ll be tame as a kitten in no time! CornFlakes, the housewife’s helper!”
