I need to fess up.
I didn't follow my own advice.
I lost my job this year and spent a lot of time on the couch.
As many of us plagued with excess weight know, some of it comes from being sedentary and a lot from emotional eating.
I eat when I'm sad and depressed. Boatloads.
So I started to feel very yucky, and sadly in this economy when one looks for a job, looking good really helps.
I'm also impatient. My fiance told me how his ex lost over 80 lbs doing low carb. I'm a sucker for him. He was insistent on how well it worked, he agreed to do it with me.
For four months I ate nary a carb. Not a noodle, not a slice of bread. I broke out, I couldn't poop, and I felt even crummier. I lost weight.
Then I just lost it. I couldn't take it anymore. My fiance had long quit the diet and I snuck off to eat some of his sugary cereal. One bowl turned into three.
I didn't put on weight. I felt better.
Slowly I let carbs back into my diet, but good ones, not his crappy cereal. Well, ok, sometimes. I didn't eat any more than I did when I was dieting. I started feeling better. I got my ass off the couch. I no longer felt sluggish. I started to walk. I've lost about 20lbs.
I felt like such an, well, asshole for doing such a crazy diet, completely cutting out carbs that I had to share.
Even diet bloggers fail.