Hey…new guy here.
In March of 2015 my girlfriend and I were shopping for dog food at Costco when I started feel off, almost nauseated. It felt like waves of unidentifiable discomfort moving in waves from the left to the right side of my abdomen. In order to keep a long story short, I was having a heart attack, a STEMI, a widow maker…the big one. I learned that at 45 years old I was 99% occluded and darn lucky to be alive.
My father survived a heart attack at 46 and my uncle died from his at 42. I believed I was safe because I didn’t share their bad habits. My vices were Doritos and Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. I was wrong.
The first couple of months is it was easy to eat “healthy.” I dropped 20lbs somewhat easily eating the diet the doctor prescribed. But, as time passed I found it easy to cheat. I gained all of that weight back, and more.
Today, that girlfriend has become my wife and we are one month into our Keto journey. Weight is dropping, waist lines are slimming, energy is bountiful. I will more than likely lurk more than share, but, maybe not. I’ve learned so much here already and have been voraciously listening to the the Dudes podcast. Thank you for what you’ve built here.