Oh, of course “Mr. Wind Bag” (me, not your husband) has an entire blog which answers this question:
Because it’s a long answer, and I’ve had decades of endomorphic living.
Oh, of course “Mr. Wind Bag” (me, not your husband) has an entire blog which answers this question:
Because it’s a long answer, and I’ve had decades of endomorphic living.
We all did. Like when I’d buy these for my kids to tell them how much I loved them.
Sugar = Love, Right?
Guilty! If parents only knew the treacherous path they were laying for their children. Sigh. To be 100% honest, I never realized how terrible sugar was until about 6 weeks ago.
Me too! Well, not six weeks ago, but before starting keto.
However, I think all of us know, to some degree or another, that donuts are bad. This proves to me just how addictive sugar really is.
One more won’t hurt?
True … but unfortunately, most people do not want to examine the issue until there are serious health threats. My husband turned 46 in December. It worries me. I made him schedule his annual check up because he missed his last year He is extremely active & healthy but, eventually those years of abuse catch up with you, one would assume.
15h in. aiming for my usual 48, maybe 72… feeling just a bit tired but that is just “jetlag” from daylight saving time switch.
Yesterday, we went for a day trip with 3 of the kids. Ended up having KFC for lunch. I think everyone knows that their biscuits are the cocaine of the fast food world, but I managed to not even touch one. Nor did I have mashies, gravy, mac and cheese, cole slaw (too much sugar!), and crispy coating. I just peeled the breading off the chicken, ate the meat, and drank a coffee. Wasn’t hungry the rest of the day!
Weighed in this morning, and learned that I am down 12.2 pounds in 2 weeks! YAY!
Great job, @SecondBreakfast!
I’m proud and impressed. That would have been tough for me.
This is leftover “food” from my son’s birthday party over the weekend. The cake is simply garbage from Costco. The item on the left is my wife’s “four cheese mac” which, for the 20% of humanity that can manage the insulin requirements of eating such a meal, well, enjoy. Back when I ate that stuff, it was delicious. I mean, c’mon. Four kinds of cheese all melting into a master blend of cheesy gooey goodness.
I stuck with the hamburgers and hotdogs, sans buns, natch.
Here we are, the day after, and I’m nothing more than a carb pimp. Hustling diabetes rather than trash it.
Oh, the shame!
I feel the same way with my son. In fact he made brownies last night (which I didn’t eat). It is really difficult, once you have a new understanding about nutrition, insulin, carbohydrates, fat and protein, to not want to shun everything you now consider bad. I mean, you’re doing it for their health, right?
But the way I look at it, I spent years of my life eating that carbage, and was able to reverse the damage in a relatively short time.
All I can do is led by example, and give him the information I now have. I truly believe he will be better off than I was, in a much shorter period of time.
Actually he “gave up carbs” for Lent and he’s doing very well. He had cake yesterday, but, like my keto-daughter, he can have more than I do and I suspect his young self will manage the starches far better than his old fart Dad. I’m proud of his results!
Of course, staging a party means making that trash available. However, I suspect the boys would have LOVED things like jerky and other dried meats. My pork rinds kept flying out of the (I thought) secret location, which I was cool with.
We’ve all done it (at one point or another)
To be fair, it’s kinda hard to pull off all the crunchies cleanly. How about we just go with that? Stubborn, remnant crunchies.