Hi there! Lurking for a few weeks and finally joined. Love this place…love the science and the fact it isn’t covered with photos of salad with croutons and the latest dessert like a few FB corners I’ve been kicking around. Love that there are also lots of people here doing this to just plain feel better.
So I have to get my story off my chest because it includes an interesting side victory. I’m 47, and up until about a year ago, was sitting in my home town eating, drinking, and generally spending my life in front of my computer except when I was at the job I hated. Something clicked and step one happened. I got the hell out of my rut at least geographically and took a travel version of my profession. I spent 6 months in one of the most beautiful locals I have ever seen, and continued to be miserable. Depression, carbs and booze followed me.
I next ended up at my current location, which I despise. Thanks to no longer at least being able to get out for walks and hikes, combined with once again being in a sedentary job (my dumb ass took a permanent position because $$) I packed on even more weight. At 47, I felt like, and probably was, on my way to death. Another little snap happened. Despite the world thinking I’m nuts, I quit the job I came out for and took another here that totally changes my specialty (I’m a nurse) back to an active one. During that time in between the two, nine days, the lights started coming on. The drinking had to stop but I couldn’t see a way to make it stick. Unfortunately, AA is not an option for me (long story and this is already going to be a novel).
The new job makes it impossible to drink during the work week. I need my brain for this one, unlike the desk job world. That was step one. The new job also plunged me into a hell of pain, that woke me up to the fact that if I didn’t lose weight, I was not going to be able to continue. Foot and knee pain (I’ve got something wrong with my heel) was insane. When I get up from a chair, I have to kind of lumber back and forth until things warm up and I can walk normally.
Two weeks in, I finally started a half ass low carb shift. A week into that, I went nuts and threw out all the carbage in my kitchen and went full on keto, obsessively reading and planning and being amazed at what an easy time I was having sticking with it.
A funny thing happened on the second weekend in. I drank half a bottle of vodka. Hey, no carbs, right? I was so incredibly sick the next day, I thought maybe something was truly wrong with me. I have since not wanted to trade how great I feel every morning for that hell and for the progress I’m making in fixing my body. I’m slowly learning that I just don’t need or want it anymore and I no longer get what I’m hoping to get from it.
So…TL;DR…with this WOE, I’ve managed almost a month now with no booze and it’s been kind of like falling off a log. Interesting thing I noticed when I was trying not to drink before is that sometimes I’d need, yes NEED to eat candy to the point I couldn’t get the package open fast enough. I truly think it all ties in for me.
It’s early in the game, and I still hurt a lot, but it’s slowly getting better. I’m losing weight very nicely so far. But I’m in this for the long haul. It’s an amazing burden to be lifted when you finally feel hope that you can fix yourself.
Thanks for reading this far if you made it. I’ve had myself trapped in a pretty lonely prison for quite a few years and I sure hope I can make some connections here and enjoy the community and support.