The reason I started Keto (for the second time, first time was just because I could, which lasted three months) was because I was Dx with T2D. The point at which I realized I could do Keto (I’m leaving out my exhaustive research to even see if it was safe for me now) it was horrible. I was in some serious withdrawal.
The more I looked into carbohydrates, the more I realized not only did I not need them, but that now they were actually killing me, literally. So I began to do a little Jedi mind trick on myself. I made it a point to think of anything carby as pure poison. It worked. Not a week later and I can’t look at cookies, candy, cakes, chips, French fries (my kryptonite) without knowing that those things were simply waiting to kill me if I ate them. It worked too well. I find it hard to make meals for the grand kids. They can handle the hamburger helper, pasta, canned soups, meat dishes with sides of rice and veggies. But I feel like I’m contributing to their early demise. But I consider it, I made it this far. When I was a kid there were times i’d pour myself a bowl of sugar for breakfast. Granted, I was 10 and didn’t know better, but that’s what 10 year olds do (as a kid, my reasoning was pretty straightforward, it’s in the kitchen, it tastes good, it can’t be bad for me.
) yes, I could have used some guidance, that’s for sure!