I wanted to join this thread in advance. I don’t weigh, but I’m within a size of goal, so it’s probably no more than 12 pounds (basing on what a size meant back when I did weigh, last century.) So I qualify.
I’ve been LC off and on for 22 years. Sometimes “off” means 60 g of carbs, all veg and dairy, which worked for maintenance for me. And sometimes it means “screwing up.” 99% of the problem: I’m a sugar addict. And my slippery slope on that is steep. Fruit starts it. Artificial sugars do it. Whoosh, right back to saying yes to some idiotic sweet thing I don’t even much like three weeks later. It’s the drug. It’s definitely the drug that is my primary problem. Pure, white and deadly or encased in a pretty berry–doesn’t really make a difference to my addicted self.
I’m on a trial month of carnivore, and I suspect I will dip in and out of it in the future because I like how I feel on it, and otherwise I plan to keep my carbs below 10 this year. 10 is all I need to have that feeling of a bit of variety to the food–ways of prep, or a bit of salsa on my eggs, or eating my own homegrown tomatoes, organic and in season, which I’ve been giving away this month while ZC.
My big worry is…I have the data. Six months is a historically delicate moment for me. I have eight years of recording food, and that pattern is clear. At six months, I often slide off keto. (Not always. I’ve gone one year and two years as well getting it right.) I get complacent, maybe? I grow resentful that this is the metabolic hand I got dealt? I convince myself “this one won’t hurt me” when it always does? (addiction is clever that way.) I’m not entirely sure, but I’d like to become sure and figure out an intervention.
So I’m good for now, sailing along, on track, life is good, food tastes great, no cravings, and all that. But I’ll bear watching around the end of October. I’ll need help at that point, accountability. Encouragement.
And if I do slide off, then or ever, I want to get right back on, the very day, the next meal. No more of this “three months of screwing around and regaining two sizes” business before I do self-correct. That’s just not the way to do it. (better than gaining four sizes, but still, I’d like to learn to forgive, correct, and move on that very day.)
So here I am introducing myself and getting to know you too.
For the record, I lost a size during the pandemic. I only went to the store every 3 weeks, at its least crowded hour, and all the willpower i needed was for a half-hour at the store. I also had most of a deer in the freezer and had randomly just stocked up with two cases of my fave toilet paper before it began. (Who Gives a Crap bamboo, great stuff.) The kitchen was clean and I ate cleanly too. I dealt with stress other ways.