A2C: Allergic to Carbs

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.