A2C: Allergic to Carbs

I haven’t blogged for a bit after the PSMF. Why?

Well, my lbrain was fried.

I didn’t realize how hard it is to commit to the whole process. For me it was even harder because I had been asked to be the chef for an event a friend of mine was having and that event was, in fact, NOT a PSMF event. Nor was it Low Carb. I was in full cooking mode and yet I couldn’t eat any of it. It was hard.

I had never been so happy to Low Carb in my LIFE after I finished those 6 days. Actually, I didn’t do 6. I did 5. On day 6 I was mentally broken like a prisoner of war. I would’ve answered anything anyone asked me. Fact is, I was doing a much harsher version of PSMF than most places suggest and they say THAT is hard.

Of course 4 days after it I was up 3 pounds. I started eating  just any and everything that qualified as low carb. I wanted to put the theory of  “If you’re in Ketosis you will have a very hard time gaining weight” to the test. I taught myself how to make Beef Braciole. Its just beef stuffed with cheese and more meat. Its ridiculous.

I ate it for like 3 days straight.

Then add smoked salmon (I love it) and Rib Eye steaks into the mix. Oh! I also started wrapping any and everything in bacon. Chicken, Shrimp, Scallops. I ate, and LOVED it. So then right around 216 (I was a steady 211.8 for the last 3 days of PSMF) I decided maybe I’ve gone nuts and started my weight gain, so I needed to put some brakes on this train. I decided to do a fasting day to get myself back on the horse.

Day after fasting weight? 210.8.

Woah! What? What now? How is that possible? I actually lost weight?  After that deluge of food?  And my bodyfat has been hovering between 24 and 25? I don’t know if  I should give the PSMF any credit but it made me reconsider the torture that I went through.  I dropped 2 percent bodyfat during 5 days that seems to be staying off and that is amazing.

So I decided to try it one more time.  Currently I’m on day 3 of my new PSMF cycle.  I don’t know if I’ll go past today since, as I’ve said over and over, This be torture. But this morning I was somewhere around 208. If  switching up things with my body works then I’m about it.  I’ll try to do the week on/week off thing. Staying low carb on the week off I think has a very good effect on this. It ramps up the metabolism while not allowing me to store fat since im continually in ketosis. I may pick up a bit of water from sodium intake rising but it seems that’s easily flushed.

So lets see how it goes. I’m not updating my weight on the sidebar here until I quit this round of PSMF. But I’ll say this. Being within 18 pounds of goal is an amazing feeling. I don’t think “I” believed I would get here.

So last night I went out with my g/f and a friend of hers to very nice french restaurant.

Her friend hadn’t seen me in a long time and exclaimed “Oh my God! You look like a different person! You look so good!” I’m always torn with my feelings on comments like this. On one hand, yes, I have dropped a significant amount of weight so my appearance is different and obviously should be noticed but on the other hand…did you just say I looked horrific before? That’s what I heard.  I’m really surprised at the amount of people who saw me before, and thought “That is a hot mess” but never actually said anything about it. They just secretly thought to themselves “That man is a sad creature.”

Or never thought about it even a little bit.  Heh, I have to remind my ego that sometimes people just aren’t thinking about me.

So during the course of the evening there was just various moments when I would twist my face just a little when it came to a food choice.  Although I stick to the lifestyle pretty well ( Do you like how I refer to Low Carbing as a “lifestyle,  as if  I’m a swinger or something? ‘Hey man, if you can handle my LIFESTYLE then you can’t handle me!) I don’t have it down packed. For instance: My g/f makes comments that I won’t go out with her.

And she’s right to an extent.

I like to know exactly what I’m eating.  Sauces and such scare me. You can only ask but so much “What is in this?” before your waiter decides to PUT something in it(If you catch my drift.) I much prefer cooking at home. Not to mention I’m a Badman in the kitchen. I don’t enjoy most dining establishments as much as  I do my own food.  But if I would like to continue dating this lovely young lady I better work something out.

You know what people LOVE to do now? Tell me that its totally okay for me to eat something that I don’t want to eat. For example:  I ordered Steak Frites.  Now you probably know that that’s steak and fries. I, with my brilliant mind, decided that steak frites was actually steak cut up in the shape of fries! Probably sold with a bit of salad. A delightfully low carb meal!

Then a crap load of fries arrived.

My g/f’s friend quickly told me “Oh its FINE! Enjoy yourself! You look great. It’s Friday! Live a little!”

I did NOT cut her, although I did consider it.

I realize that she thinks she’s helping, but Us as Low Carbers know she’s not.  A lot of people will tell you what you can and can’t do. Try to rationalize TO YOU why its okay for you to have those beers or that plate of fries.  Did I mention she was very thin? That’s the best part, when someone who isn’t heavy, and doesn’t have any food issues tells you its okay to have something.

It’s something that I struggle with constantly. Being told I can try something when I say no. It can become a terribly awkward situation. Occasionally people will put food near my mouth trying to get me to eat it! And when I move way I’m an asshole and just totally crazy with this whole “no carbs” thing. Yes. I’m crazy. You’re doing the equivelent of  mouth rape with food to me, but “I’m” crazy.

My G/f has learned to leave me be  (for the most part. She still has her Carb Rape-ey moments.) She’s even learned to step in when people really start pushing me. Can you imagine if someone who was an alcoholic had people trying to pour whiskey down their throat? It would be horrific, but putting cake in my face is fine.

As hard as it is, I think we have to explain in clear terms to people that its not okay to do this. I don’t care if  “You” think it won’t hurt.  Sometimes it won’t!  A bite of cake doesn’t have enough carbs in (most times) to destroy my ketosis. But guess what? That’s not the point. It’s about what I’ve decided to do.  It’s my choice. My body. I don’t give a shit if you think I’m crazy. I’ll just have to BE crazy with my rock solid glucose readings and lovely weight loss.  Sign me up for the insane asylum but for christs sake I don’t want any fries/cake/beer/anything I say no to.

My name is Elon James White and I approve this message.