For once, my absence doesn’t mean I’ve fallen off the wagon. On the contrary, I feel fantastic.
When I weighed in on Monday, I’d dropped 9.2 pounds. I feel lighter and less lumbersome, I’m sleeping better and I’m pretty sure my stomach is shrinking — or at least losing some of its carb-induced bloat.
When I went to the movies — two days in a row — I didn’t even consider getting popcorn. The first night, I sneaked in some almonds to snack on if I got hungry, but the movie (“Rogue One” for the second time) and the company were so good that I didn’t dig in. On Monday, when I took myself to see “Hidden Figures,” I took an Atkins breakfast bar with me and ate it about halfway through, as a late-afternoon snack.
But overall, I’m needing fewer snacks. I’m barely hungry at all. Today, I had these gorgeous Hot Cocoa Pancakes from Kerri O at FitViews at around 10:30 a.m..
Then I ate a couple of cheese sticks (o.4 carbs each) that were supposed to be part of my lunch. The rest of my lunch, two deviled eggs, is still sitting in my lunch cooler, uneaten.
The other day, I made batch of Lynn’s Low-Carb Biscuits. I added 4 oz. cooked, crumbled sausage and 1/2 cup chopped green beans to the dough.
They turned out a-mazing! And at only 2.9 Net Carbs apiece, I ate two for dinner tonight. Yum!
Anyway, the hourlong dinner break I didn’t want to take is nearly over. Just wanted to drop in with a quick update so you didn’t think I’d fallen off the face of the earth … or dived face-first into a coconut cream pie.
I’m still here, doing great. Why is it that when I’m not doing low-carb, I forget how freakin’ easy it is for me to stick to this way of eating?