It’s been 12 weeks since the scary endocrinologist visit that prompted me to return to low-carb, and:
- I am down from 161 to 148 lbs. This is a 13-pound weight loss, for those of you whose calculators are broken.
- The biggest pair of jeans I had is almost, but not quite, big enough to pull down without unzipping. They are annoyingly loose. I will give them away when I actually can get out of them without unzipping.
- I can get into an old pair of Eddie Bauer size 8s and zip them. There’s a massive roll of fat above the waistband, so I can’t wear them comfortably or attractively, but I can get them on. (Eddie Bauer runs big, so this is like a size 10 for most other brands.)
- My heel cracks are virtually healed. (This could also be due to a combination of Flexitol and closed back shoes, though.)
- No joint pain.
- No neuropathy in my hands.
- My backne is clearing up.
I don’t have lipid panel measurements; surprisingly, my doctor opted not to do a lipid panel at my recent checkup. I am not worried; my lipids are always good, and they have always been a little better on low-carb and a little worse on high-carb. My blood pressure is routinely 90-something over 50-to-60.
Finally, and here’s the kicker: if you navigate over to the What I Ate page and look through my food records, you’ll see that, since October 15 when I started tracking, I have generally eaten somewhere between 2,000 and 2,300 calories a day. Yes, there are a few days missing, and there are a couple of days where my calorie consumption was lower than this (did I forget to add a meal or something?), but according to the Calorie Police, I ought to be swelling up like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man. Instead, I’m melting.
Now, I can’t prove that what’s in my food journal is indeed what I ate – you’ll either believe me or you won’t - and even if I could, I recognize that the anecdotal evidence from one person doesn’t prove anything. Still, doesn’t it suggest something?
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