I’ve been doing keto and IF since January, stumbling upon the idea of ZC a few months ago. At first it seemed too strange and fringey, but I kept coming back and reading more. Listening to podcasts featuring Amber O’Hearn and Shawn Baker really warmed me up to the idea.
I’m young (mid 20s) but not particularly healthy… I have a diagnosed immune disorder and a lot of other peripheral autoimmune symptoms that don’t fit with the initial diagnosis, for which I’ve been seeing more medical doctors than I can count. I struggle with anxiety and other mental health issues. More importantly, while keto has been incredibly helpful in improving my quality of life, I think it’s getting unsustainable for me. I’ve been getting more and more sensitive to any carbs. I also have a history of anorexia and, to a lesser extent, binge-eating. I’ve slipped back into using artificial sweeteners in the last few months, making the binge/fast cycle much worse. Tracking has become an obsession, and my BMI has dropped to 15.3, within a stone’s throw of my lowest adult weight. Basically, there’s a lot wrong with me and I hardly expect any one dietary change to be a fix-all. I try to avoid magical thinking and confusion of causation and correlation, but after eye-balling a restaurant meal to be keto-friendly last week left me in delirious agony for 48 hours, I decided that I have to try something new.
So I’m taking the plunge into zero carb. Or more accurately, I already did, starting on September 1st. This post is part accountability, part just wanting to tell someone who won’t think this is wildly dangerous or stupid. I’m approaching it as a three-week experiment in consuming just meat and water, with the two notable exceptions of daily black coffee and a little lemon water as needed to help with nausea. No seasonings but salt. I already can’t tolerate dairy products so I cook with lard, and I’ve cut out eggs for the purposes of this experiment. No fasting, no weighing, no counting.
I don’t know how it’s going to go, but honestly, these first few days have been promising. I’m sleeping too much, but my chronic pain is way down. I’ve been genuinely eating ad libitum for the first time in months, without anxiety, without panicking, without binding. I’m trying my damnedest to just listen to my body, and at least for the moment, I feel calm and fundamentally okay.