I want to knock on all your doors, and say " Have you heard about Jesus, er, I mean, simple carbs?"
I'm reading stuff on nutrtion all the damn time. It's like when you want to get pregnant and everywhere you look are pregnant women and babies. Everywhere I turn there is something that makes sense to me and reinforces the ideas that I've been developing for years and all the sudden went pow.
This is a REALLY long article from the New York Times. I find the physiology of our bodies really interesting, so I loved reading the whole thing, but for those that don't want to, here is the money shot for me; we need more protein and fat and less sugar. I haven't gone full Atkins or Paleo here (still using the Jehovah's Witness analogy, I'm not asking you to be a Scientologist, just maybe a Unitarian, dipping your toe in the no processed food baptismal font. I don't want to go full tilt boogie into a vat of bacon yet).
I had some blood work done in February, about two weeks before I started to change my eating. Everything was good; cholesterol, triglycerides, glucose, blood pressure. I did some fist pumping and said "Hell, yes! Even clinically obese, I'm healthy!" I need to raise my good cholesterol but everything else is good. I'm getting blood work done on Wednesday for work. I'm really anxious to see if the last month has made any changes.
It's still easy. It's still amazing. How am I 48 years old and finally having this stuff click? I'm really hoping this isn't just because it's shiny and new. I hope three months from now you don't find me putting on sun glasses and heading to Wendy's for a Big Dave's Deluxe with a 48 oz soda and a side of guilt.
My children are supportive. Kind of. Until we get to the store and they ask for Oreos and I say "I'm not buying that shit." I want to teach them to eat better than I have in my life, and figure they get plenty of crap outside my house, I don't need to provide it. I bought junk food rarely before, but I'm just not going to do it anymore.Though I am going to make homemade mac and cheese on Friday, followed up with an apple pie because they've asked for it. I'll do treats sometimes, just with more thought.