When I was 19 or 20 I obsessively counted every single calorie that went into my mouth and worked out three times a day. This got me down to a size 12, which was great to me since I had been in various sizes of the 20’s most of my teen life.
An emotional event in my life(that I didn’t connect to my reaction at the time)pushed me into severe bulimia for two straight years. It whittled me down to a size 8 and rotted out most of my teeth in the process.
When I did stop the purging, I didn’t stop binging. That resulted in me topping the scales above 300 lbs. I never knew just how far above 300 I got because at some point my scale broke and let’s face it, I was in no hurry to replace it.
Enter low carb. My in laws came to visit and they had lost a BUNCH of weight from the last time I had seen them. More importantly my mother in law had taken a major cut in the medications she had been taking. When asked what they were doing, they answered cutting their carbs.
I was interested. I bought the Atkins book and searched the net and decided it was worth a try. After I had enjoyed about a 40 pound loss my husband joined me on my journey and we low carbed for about 3 years.
I made a horrible mistake one night while on vacation and decided to order Pizza Hut. Both pizza and bread sticks. I had no idea that would be the start of the end. As if zapped of all willpower, I could not get back on the low carb diet.
Over the years I have waffled(mmmm waffles)back and forth between counting calories and low carb and of course just stuffing my face. This has only succeeded in yo yo dieting. Here I am back on Low Carb and trying again.