I gave #Keto a Veto and Other Stupid Ramblings

Eight whole days…almost nine!

No bread. No pasta. No to a whole bunch of things actually.

Somehow, for the past eight days, I’ve managed quite easily to live with less than 50 carbs a day. I figured I’ve tried a lot of diets in my adult life post children and the only thing that ever worked was less calories. This was something I hadn’t tried yet so I figured what the heck?

In a world where I can step out of the shower and ten minutes later be standing in a pool of my own sweat in a 70 degree house, and just gaze into the creamy deliciousness of a gelati and gain five pounds…you get the picture, just cutting calories wasn’t cutting anymore.

menopause

I try to stay active but since my daughter and granddaughters moved out a year ago, I’ve gained thirty pounds. THIRTY POUNDS.

I still look pretty good and it’s not as if my 5’6″ frame can’t handle it but I’m feeling the effects of the weight more and more now. My knee hurts more, I get winded more easily and although I know this new waistline is par for the menopausal course, that doesn’t mean I have to live with it for the rest of my life.

Back to the Keto…

I was doing great. I wasn’t even craving carbs at all! Every day I could see them fading in my rear view mirror…that was until last night. As I headed up to bed, I felt woosy and light headed and yet noticed a headache coming all at once. I hurried into bed and fell asleep but not before experiencing a bit of heart palpitations that I’ll admit, scared me a bit.

Then this morning, it hit. There’s this thing they call the Keto flu. Basically, your body feels like you have the flu. I had a headache, body aches and all over lethargic feeling. I hurriedly Googled the side effects of Keto and bam, there it was.

According to the article I linked above, symptoms can last about a week or more. So now I need to ask myself if this is worth seeing through. I’m taking into account my age, menopause and the fear that I may be one of the unlucky folks who takes a lot longer to detox from carbohydrates. I’m not sure what to do yet but so far, in just eight days my body has already started going through a transition that I like aesthetically if not physiologically. I’ll wait and see and if this keeps up, I’m back to calorie counting. I’ll still keep my carbs low but not like I have been. I’m not trying to injure myself to lose that 30lbs.

Next rambling…so, if you haven’t read any of my Ancestry blogs, Here’s a link to one. I had such incredible success with my maternal grandfather’s side that I was spoiled for the real hard stuff. I also decided I want to dig deeper into the DNA history so I sent of a test to Geno 2.0. It’s a much more in depth test and will even give you your Neanderthal percentage if you have any. Since 99% of my DNA comes from Europe, I’m fairly certain I have some Neanderthal. Did you know it is pronounced Ne-an-der-tal? It is indeed.

So, with my maternal grandfather Russ’ pedigree being so major, and all the incredible ancestors I have on that side, it still hurts and shocks me that his kids and grandchildren etc. who know I exist, still want nothing to do with me. Every time I check my DNA matches, there’s my uncle Jack and my cousin Jackie who obviously want no parts of me. I mean, what’s not to love? I’m smart, kind, successful and not half bad looking…even with the extra 30lbs…but seriously. What makes people act like this?

I know my grandfather was this big famous band leader, musician and writer, and never legally acknowledged my mother…his love child…but that was 95 years ago! They’ve denied it all my life and now, even when presented with actual DNA evidence, they still reject any contact with me or my family. I could see if I was like Trailer Trash Tammy or something but we’re good, honest, decent, down to earth people. I definitely don’t want anything from them and neither does the rest of my family. I guess some people prefer living a comfortable lie than an inconvenient truth.

Their loss…but it still hurts and probably always will. 

Maybe someday I’ll write a book about it all…

I still want a cat.

My thirteen year old kitty passed back in March. I think I’m over the grieving process for him (gone too soon) because recently I’ve been obsessing over searching for a new best friend. He was so beautiful and sweet I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with some kitty and I’ll end up on that TV show My Cat From Hell. My husband isn’t ready yet. He keeps telling me no way but yes way. It’s going to happen. A house is not a home to me without a fur baby in it.

My Kitty

Well that’s about it for tonight. The evil Keto Flu is kicking my butt.

Nighty Night…zzzzz

Peg

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Meet the mom of 5 who says, ‘I’m much happier being fat’

What’s your opinion on this?

http://www.ravishly.com/2015/02/10/being-thin-didnt-make-me-happy-being-fat-does

Joni Edelman, a mother of five from California

Here’s Mine:

She calls herself fat but to me, according to her photo in the article, she just looks like an attractive woman with brown hair.

The comments on the original article are less than accepting of her choice to care more about her spirit and less about her body. I just cannot wrap my head around why people feel it’s okay to judge another human being just because they choose a different path in life–a path their SPIRIT tells them is better in order to be happy. Happy people tend to be healthier people so I don’t understand the problem here.
One comment stated “It sounds like she just gave up.” Gave up what? Starving herself? Being obsessed with her body? Worrying that Oh My God I might not fit into those size 4 jeans if I eat this slice of pizza?

If you are an athlete or you are into the gym and fitness etc. and doing it in a healthy way that makes your spirit happy, that is fantastic. However, not everyone is into that and believe it or not, even with a few extra pounds in their pants, they are still healthy and happy.
So far, most of the comments have been dictating to her how she’s setting herself up for health problems down the road.
Granted, obesity can cause health issues but so does yoyo dieting, improper nutrition and yes, excessive and compulsive behavior associated with obsessing over your weight and pants size. If she’s happier not working out like an athlete and not starving herself to stay a size 4, that is her choice, just as adult who is naturally thin and eats garbage food all day and leads a sedentary life should not have to answer to anyone’s criticisms.
There is a freedom that washes over your spirit when you let go of the pressure to be something on the outside that you aren’t on the inside. It’s not about giving up. To me, it’s about loving yourself the way you are and taking good care of your spirit.
After all, isn’t that what we always preach? Your spirit is what makes you beautiful, not your pants size, right?

Drops microphone…