Cabinet by newrachael, on Flickr

Cabinet by newrachael, on Flickr

(NOT my cabinet above)

I have a real fondness for carbs. The mere smell of toast is enough to put me in a feeding frenzy. The thought of honey in my coffee makes my mouth water. Pasta, bread, potatoes or rice: now that’s a sound architectural base for a filling meal.

Back, oh, six years ago now, I lost a few pounds on the South Beach diet. But it was a struggle and I didn’t enjoy the food. (This was before I started using real foods like butter and cream and raw milk.) And as soon as “diet time” was over, the pounds packed right back on. I guess you could say I’m one of those that probably needs to lay off the carbs permanently. I’m also quite an addict: one piece of toast today leads to two tomorrow, etc.

But, for the last couple weeks I’ve been playing at low carbing my diet. Nothing extreme or regimented, just making different choices. My normal breakfast has been a couple eggs fried sunny side up in coconut oil. It’s the right size and usually keeps me from getting hungry again before lunch. Yesterday when the kids made sloppy joes for lunch, I had my meat in a bowl with a dollop of creme fraiche instead of on a bun. Delicious! And the Chicken Fettucini Alfredo my daughter made for dinner a few days ago tasted just right over broccoli instead of noodles.

I’ve been kind of keeping track of my total carbohydrate count for this most recent visit to Low Carb-land. I’ve been averaging less than 100 grams, some days slightly higher, but most days significantly less. Yesterday, for example, I was at about 50, even after a serving of my daughter’s homemade ice cream.

I haven’t seen a single pound drop and my clothes aren’t fitting differently so far. I do have a fairly good energy level and haven’t needed quite as many midday cups of coffee. After seeing Fathead, (yes, Kelly, Netflix finally found a copy for me) I’m convinced that even if I never lose an ounce I’m on the right track. So, I’m going to stick to it and not expect any weight loss. I’ll be doing my body a favor, even if it never does my wardrobe any favors back.