I hear the clock ticking and the puppy sighing. It’s late by my reckoning, yet I’m not ready for sleep.
I love the house quiet like this. I can hear myself think and my heart beat. In the still of the night. . . Hold me darlin’ hold me tight.
Life is so good these days.
Soon I’ll be rocking the 501s again!
The Atkins Diet and I are having a fight today. So far, it’s winning. I have what is called The Atkins Flu – headache and malaise being the chief of my symptoms. It occurs at the beginning of the Induction Phase of the diet – the first two weeks – as carbohydrates are limited to 20 grams or less and the body switches from storing carbs to burning fat.
Yes, I’ve gotten too big for my britches. The stress of the past few years, plus my love of carbohydrates, has flooded my system with cortisol. Combine that with menopause and it all becomes an unsightly mess. More importantly, carrying this extra weight hurts.
After the vacation, I felt serene enough to plunge myself back into low carb dieting. Years ago, things got a bit out of hand and the Atkins Diet straightened it all out in record time. This, after I’d tried the low fat, counting calories route for some time. Please. No criticisms. This strategy works for my body. It’s only been a week and I’m already down 6 lbs plus I’ve lost a lot of the bloat that gluten provokes in me. I know what works for me and this is it. By the time I reach my goal, my cholesterol and triglycerides will be very good and I will be rocking my favorite pair of jeans. Just you wait and see!
In the meantime, I have another day or so of feeling crummy. By Sunday or Monday, I should be energetic and ready to take over the world.