I've lost weight... I've lost weight... I've lost weight ... zippidy doo dah ... zippidy yay ... my oh my ...
Well that's enough of that ... I've lost 3lb. Just like that. I actually haven't weighed myself for over 2 weeks because I was getting demoralised by not losing anything. My weight has been the same for 3 months after losing an initial half a stone at the beginning of my LCHF change of diet.
A couple of weeks ago as I felt I'd sufficiently got my head round the carbs issue enough to get my blood sugar to behave itself, I'd start concentrating a bit more on portion sizes and only eating when I'm hungry, because I do still eat when I'm not hungry simply because I'm scared to miss a meal in case I suddenly get dizzy or whatever.
I think my fat intake is fine without deliberately adding more fats. I eat salmon, fatty meat, cook my eggs in a knob of butter and have cream in my coffee two or three times a day, but last week I was getting bored of coffee and cream so I dug out my old favourite ... Earl Grey and I mostly drank that with lots of lemon juice and a couple of Stevia pills. I've had the odd cup of Marmite if I've fancied a more savoury drink.
Also, for some unknown reason, I've become really, really averse to the smell and taste of chocolate over the past couple of weeks so I haven't been having my occasional mini Crunchies (honestly I'm balking just typing the word here). I've only eaten a good breakfast for the last few days, and then just snacks when I felt the need, instead of a 'proper meal' and so far I haven't fallen over with starvation.
I am a bit of a nutcase in that sometimes, before I go to bed, I have a conversation with my body and ask it to show me what I need to do next to support it and heal it. I don't tell IT what to do, I ask IT to tell me. And the chocolate aversion is how it's telling me and it told me really, really strongly. I know... I know... I need certifying. But it works. As I've got older, I've realised that some of the more senior members of our society really know what they're doing when they talk to themselves out loud. It's actually not a sign of dementia, it's a sign of good communication with their own soul.
I discovered it worked quite by accident when I got into my 40's and my eyes started deteriorating. I started wearing specs and like most new specs wearers I had them wrapped round my neck on cords, chains and God knows what and STILL lost them. And the number of times I lost my specs in a day was phenomenal and I would get soooooooooooo exasperated with myself searching high and low for them and I found that when I lost my temper and yelled out loud "Where the hell are my specs?" My eyes would automatically search them out and find them in seconds. But there seems to be one condition which makes it work - the question or request has to be sincerely FELT and EXPRESSED with GENUINE EMOTION.
I'm working on asking where the hell my winning lottery ticket is and if I haven't bought it yet to damned well make sure I do buy it very very very soon!
Well that's enough of that ... I've lost 3lb. Just like that. I actually haven't weighed myself for over 2 weeks because I was getting demoralised by not losing anything. My weight has been the same for 3 months after losing an initial half a stone at the beginning of my LCHF change of diet.
A couple of weeks ago as I felt I'd sufficiently got my head round the carbs issue enough to get my blood sugar to behave itself, I'd start concentrating a bit more on portion sizes and only eating when I'm hungry, because I do still eat when I'm not hungry simply because I'm scared to miss a meal in case I suddenly get dizzy or whatever.
I think my fat intake is fine without deliberately adding more fats. I eat salmon, fatty meat, cook my eggs in a knob of butter and have cream in my coffee two or three times a day, but last week I was getting bored of coffee and cream so I dug out my old favourite ... Earl Grey and I mostly drank that with lots of lemon juice and a couple of Stevia pills. I've had the odd cup of Marmite if I've fancied a more savoury drink.
Also, for some unknown reason, I've become really, really averse to the smell and taste of chocolate over the past couple of weeks so I haven't been having my occasional mini Crunchies (honestly I'm balking just typing the word here). I've only eaten a good breakfast for the last few days, and then just snacks when I felt the need, instead of a 'proper meal' and so far I haven't fallen over with starvation.
I am a bit of a nutcase in that sometimes, before I go to bed, I have a conversation with my body and ask it to show me what I need to do next to support it and heal it. I don't tell IT what to do, I ask IT to tell me. And the chocolate aversion is how it's telling me and it told me really, really strongly. I know... I know... I need certifying. But it works. As I've got older, I've realised that some of the more senior members of our society really know what they're doing when they talk to themselves out loud. It's actually not a sign of dementia, it's a sign of good communication with their own soul.
I discovered it worked quite by accident when I got into my 40's and my eyes started deteriorating. I started wearing specs and like most new specs wearers I had them wrapped round my neck on cords, chains and God knows what and STILL lost them. And the number of times I lost my specs in a day was phenomenal and I would get soooooooooooo exasperated with myself searching high and low for them and I found that when I lost my temper and yelled out loud "Where the hell are my specs?" My eyes would automatically search them out and find them in seconds. But there seems to be one condition which makes it work - the question or request has to be sincerely FELT and EXPRESSED with GENUINE EMOTION.
I'm working on asking where the hell my winning lottery ticket is and if I haven't bought it yet to damned well make sure I do buy it very very very soon!