We've been doing it a while now, my ladies and me. Once a month in each others company, with impunity, we fill our bodies with the sort of food that 'they' would have you believe causes heart disease, high cholesterol, strokes and obesity. Ha! What do they know!
I'm going to try and not bang on about low-carbing and how wonderful it is in my blog but I fear I shall fail, miserably.
So, I shall let you have my story, just this once, so you know where I've been and where I'm going, then it will be fripperies, finery and food.
I was super fit and super thin until I had my (now grown up) children. I stuffed my face at every opportunity but never got fat because I was in the Army and when posted in the middle of nowhere, all there is to do is eat, drink and exercise. I ran, played volleyball and sustained many painful and sometimes embarrassing injuries on a trampoline (and the obligatory fitness tests).
Then it happened; I got married, got out, got bored, got pregnant. Breastfeeding and not being able to drive helped keep me in a fairly 'normal' weight bracket for a few years but then I got a licence, got a divorce and got skint.
Slowly, slowly up the scales I went.
Three years of university lectures and eating at every break and slowly, slowly...........
June 2008 and I volunteered for a blood pressure drugs trial. I was 19st and on anti-hypertensives, working full-time and bringing up the children. I was bled and tested for all sorts, to ascertain my suitability for the trial.
A week later I got a phone call. It was one of the researchers telling me that, in all probability, I had diabetes. Ho hum, I thought, no surprise there. Dad has it and I tested positive a few years back for thyroid peroxidase antibody, an indicator of auto-immune disease, of which diabetes is one.
Did I let it get me down? No! It has been one of the most liberating things I have ever had the fortune to have gone through. A quick search online and within 24 hours I had done my research and carbohydrates became blasphemous. Fat was my new BFF.
I hold non-diabetic blood sugar levels, the blood lipid profiles that my GP simply doesn't believe and have left behind 6 stones and an early, slow, debilitating death.
They sneak out of the woodwork, them there Low-Carbers and before I knew it, I'm part of a large bunch of women who understand the science, succulence and success of not eating a potato. We meet once a month and stuff our faces. We laugh, get tiddly and slag off the establishment that will see off millions of pounds of NHS money on treating those with carbohydrate poisoning. We eat fantastic food and get thinner and thinner..........
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