Me too Matty. The alligator pond is a scary place to be launching into isn’t it? I’m two months into it, too far from the back shore to go back, can’t quite see the other side yet. Not fun really.
all the years of not trusting my body and thinking it was in some way broken are just plain hard to get over. At the same time, I am pretty convinced that this is true…at least for everyone else. It just makes so much intuitive sense to me. But then again, I might just be uniquely messed up in some way that means this won’t work for me. What the heck though, right? The other method was definitely not working for me. And I felt soooo lousy. Now at least I don’t feel lousy. I’m sleeping better than I have in years, and as long as I don’t push the blood sugar boundaries, my moods are better too. So what if my knees are starting to hurt because of the extra weight I’ve put on? Well, I do actually, but there is absolutely nothing I can do about it but keep eating.
I’ve been contemplating my diet history and what I’ve actually done to my body in the last 30 plus years, and I have to think it might take a while to figure out the famine is over. This is worth it though, right? I mean, in five or six years I will either be NT or I will have given up, gone back on a diet and be fatter than ever. That’s thinking pretty long term, but I am into that these days.