It’s been a while since I’ve talked about weight loss on here, and for good reason: I haven’t been losing.
As I mentioned back in February, my wife and I tapered off our excitement about following the semi-Paleo for several months. By the end of March, we were barely sticking to the plan. Then my wife went to visit her sister, and went with her to her nutritionist.
Cue the dramatic “BUM-BUM-BUUUUUUUMMMMMM.”
full keto — as in ketogenic. (EDIT: Okay, it’s “modified ketogenic.” Not a pure keto plan, but very similar.) Basically, drastically reducing your carb intake so that your body starts burning fat instead of sugar for energy. It’s supposed to be good for weight loss and controlling blood sugar (and seizures, apparently, which is weird).
I’m pretty sure I can already hear some of you health-minded folks loading up all your concerned comments about high-fat, high-protein diets. Hold your fire, please; I’ve been doing research, and continue to do research, so I’m aware of potential pitfalls with that kind of dietary shift. And to tell you the truth, there’s still some part of me that’s wary this is just a gimmick diet. But I have committed to my beloved spouse that I’m going to give this a real try with her, so I’m in for the penny, in for the hopefully-many-fewer pounds.
Know what I’m realizing? Carbs are everywhere. Everywhere. That breath of air you just inhaled? It’s full of carbs. Go ahead and mark it 8, dude.
Kidding aside, it’s been challenging to make the necessary adjustments, but I’ve also eased my way into it. (Someone’s got to eat the not-quite-on-plan food around the house. I am that hero.) But I’m getting down to the meat of the meal plan, so to speak, and it’s…not easy. I’m sure I haven’t even hit the hard part yet, but I’m seeing how it’s going to push me.
At this very moment, I’ve got a rumbly belly. Good thing is, my brilliant wife sent me with a bunch of chow to hold off the hunger pains. Thankful for her.
After a week or so of her fully on board, and me slowly coming on board, we are collectively down about 15 pounds. I know that’s just the big drop that happens on Week 1 of any new eating plan, but it still makes me hopeful. We’ll see in a month. (Yes, I’ll talk about this again.)
Not only that, but once I stop coughing up solids (I’ve been sick for the past week or so), I’m starting a Couch-to-5K program. Yeah, boy, getting back to run/jog/waddling.
It’s the beginning of May. Time to shake off the pollen-coated funk that’s knocked me down for weeks and get serious about getting healthy again.
Who’s with me?