It's birthday celebration here today, so cakes were made. A cheese cake with almond base and orange jelly, and a almond-chocolate cake with vanilla cream in the middle and raspberry-jelly on top. Both cakes are low-carb.
I have made the chocolate cake once before, and know it's yummy. But, it's the first time I have made the cheese cake. The cheese filling is definitely yummy though, as it was thoroughly quality checked.
Anyway, out with the emasuring tape and lots of breath holding (because of the anticipation and excitement, not to try to hold my tummy in) and lo and behold, I had lost 4 cm around my waist. Did you get that?? FOUR CENTIMETERS!!!! That's lots!! Minus 3 cm around my ribs, and minus 3 from my hips. I am so excited and happy!!! So it does work!
I have felt good all day, thinking that maybe the bad symptoms were gone for good, but that was untill now. Am feeling the headache coming on and the tiredness. Ouch. But what can I do, obviously a girl has to suffer to reach her skinny happy self, or at least more so than now.
It wasn't so much my constant thinking about anything with carbs, because although it still feels hard and I am salvating thinking about all the yummy carbs that I will be able to eat next week, I was good yesterday - foodwise that is.
I've read that a couple of days in, when you hit ketosis, you can feel really unwell and have quite bad headaches. I hope this was it though, and that it will pass soon. - Ouch, just read an article saying that the symptoms of ketosis can last up to a week!! That is so not good :-(Another day is over. It is still hard. But, I didn’t really think it would be otherwise.
At lunch they served taco, which almost broke me. But I stood strong and only had taco meat with sour cream, cheese, and guacemole.
For dinner we had oven baked mackerell with steamed cabbage and homemade hollandaise sauce. That’s my first time making that sauce, and I was quite impressed with myself. It was a tad tart, but still lovely and suprisingly fluffy. More like a dip than a sauce.
Snacked on baconcrisp during the night before bed.
8am. Arrived at my desk at work and found a bag of dried apricots. Opened it and bit into one. Froze. Had a quick debate in my head whether or not dried apricots were allowed this week. Decided they were. Decided they weren’t. Spat out the apricot. Hid the bag behind the computer screen.
10am. Spent most of the morning trying to decide if I could or could not, whether I would or would not eat crisp bread for lunch. Decided that one wouldn’t hurt. Decided it would. Decided it wouldn’t. Decided it would. Decided it wouldn’t. Decided it would. Decided it wouldn’t. Decided it would. Decided it wouldn’t. Decided it would. Decided it wouldn’t. Decided it would.
11am. Went for lunch. Had a small salad with three meatballs, a bit of tunasalad and an egg. Looked at the crisp bread. Thought It’s just one week. One week is doable. Walked away. Felt very good about myself.
1pm. Felt that since I had been so good I could have a dried apricot. After all, it was just an apricot, It wasn’t like it was a piece of bread or a potato. Reached for the apricots. Hesitated. Kept repeating to myself It’s just one week. It’s just one week. You can do this for one week. Pushed the bag away.
2pm. Discovered the apricots again. Made a rash decision and threw them all in the trash. Felt very good about myself.
2.05pm. Decided that throwing out the apricots were a really bad idea. Repeated It’s just a week. You can do one week. Next week you can eat all the apricots you can.
5pm. Came home, found out hubby had made dinner. Thai curry with carrots and mushrooms. And rice. Grateful that hubby had cooked, slightly miffed that he hadn’t cooked something more LCHF. Remembered that I hadn’t told him about my experiment. Concluded I couldn’t blame him then.
5.25pm. Discovered the giant chocolate hubby had bought an dput in the fridge.
5.26-6pm. Thought about the chocolate.
6pm. Had curry for dinner. Skipped the rice. Yummy!
7pm. Snukout in the kitchen, opened the fridge and had a long look at the chocolate. Debated whether or not LCHF was pointless or not. If it was pointless it meant that I could have chocolate.
7.25pm. Skulked out to the livingroom, repeating to myself It’s just a week. You can eat chocolate next week. You won’t die if you don’t eat chocolate for one week. Felt very very good about myself.
10pm. Felt hungry again. Had three soft boiled eggs and three slices of bologna with tiny bit of mayonaise on.
All in all. Not the best day, but happy I made it so far. Feel very discouraging that it is so hard. Anyway, one down, six to go!
I find myself to be a very inconsistent blogger. Both timewise, I don’t blog as often as I would like to, and regarding my voice. With the first clearly being a result of the second. As I haven’t really found my voice yet, I find it hard to blog, although I really really like to do it more. But, I haven’t quite figured out what to blog about. Lately it has been a lot about my crafts, such as knitting and suchlike, or about food, or this or that. As I’m not sure whether that’s what I want to blog about, I tend to write posts about stuff months after they happen, thus ending more up with dull summarys rather than interesting blogs.
This all comes down to my idea, right or wrong, that blogs should have a clear voice and topic. Most of the blogs I find interesting do have a very clear theme and voice. I know what I am getting.
But I would like to blog more. So maybe my own expectations, to which I am failing terribly, are the problems. Maybe if I just forget about finding my voice and my topic before I blog I will blog more. So I guess that’s what I am going to try.
As I have mentioned earlier I have been trying out LCHF lately without much success. I guess because I wasn’t able to commit to it fully. I would eat mostly LCHF, but then I would have a slip-up and eat something with carbs. the slip-ups weren’t big, so I convinced myself that they didn’t matter, and that lots of people lost lots of weight even though they didn’t give up carbs completely. Well, a couple of months down the road I am exactly the same size, and I guess the same weight (no bath scale). But this isn’t so. As with most diets you can’t both ahve your cake and eat it too.
I think my problem is such a common one. I get too focused on the long-term goal. Wanting it to happen by this evening. With minimal efforts. If I have been good the whole morning, then I feel entitled to cheat a little in the evening. And then, by then end of the week, there is no change sizewise, prompting me to have a snack of something that I shouldn’t because, a) I feel bad about myself, b) I will be good again tomorrow, and c) it doesn’t matter anyway because obviously this diet doesn’t work on me as I conveniently forget all the late evening cheats. The mere thought of never eating carbs again is pretty daunting, scary even. Thus making it too easy to just have this one, and this one, and this one, and then be good tomorrow.
So, trying to combat this I will focus on small and short. Yes, small is good! So, starting tomorrow I will try to see what happens if I eat strictly LCHF for one week. One week is doable, I should be am able to commit to one week, I would be able to can give up carbs completely for one week. It’s just a week. If it turned out to have been to hard I can always go back to carbs after that one week. One week is nothing! So, I have taken out my measuring tape and I will measure myself tonight, and then again next sunday evening. Wish me luck!
The very first time I had avacado shake was in a bowlinghall run by a vietnamese. This was more or less the first time I had avacado, so I still didn’t have the notion that most westerners have that avacado is to be used in savory dishes. Later I have come to realise how odd most westerners think this shake is, but it is still one of my favourite one. I am sure that my recipe is nothing like the original as I have made mine by guessing and tasting later on.
Normally I would blend one ripe avacado with some sweet condenced milk in a blender (mushin it up with a fork and stirring the milk in also works if no blender is available). Just like this it is very thick and almost pudding-like. I have plans of making this into some kind of dessert, but haven’t gotten around to it yet. Anyway, then I add some milk until it’s pourable, and pour it into a tall glass full of ice. Drink with a straw. Yummy!!!
If no condenced milk is available, the avacado can be blended (or mushed) with normal milk and sugar to taste.
As LCHF has banned milk I blend my avacado with cream and water and add a bit of artificial sweetener to it. Into a tall glass with ice. This is so good, and I am quite happy about being able to drink this to my heart’s content. Wanderbaby, which is 20 months now, has also a taste for this drink, and will come running with an open mouth like a hungry babybird as soon as he sees the green shake.
I have struggled a bit (read: LOTS) with my weight after my son was born, and have been constantly trying to lose it without really committing to any weightloss diet. But this will end now! The kilos will be banished in this household, and I will emerge new and shiny and thin! Well, that’s the plan at least.
I have read a bit about LCHF and am quite intruiged by it. The idea that one can eat cream and cheese and avacado and sour cream, and still lose weight seem like a dream come true. Now, it does seem to be a bit far between the ones that have lost heaps on this diet though, in most forums and blogs the other health benefits are more emphasised. Which, to be honest, I couldn’t care less about! I mean, I like to think I care about my health, but as for now, I care more about shedding some weight.
Anyway, so I have decided to give it a go. The first thing I noticed was that it is quite a pricey diet. Meat, veggies, cream, cheese, and such are much more expensive than rice, potatoes, and bread. We have always been a bit frugal with money in this household (which would mean that I am frugal, and hubby doesn’t have much say in the matter), so the increase in food expenses really irks me. But it will be all worth it when the new and shiny and thin me emerges from all the fat and cheese and cream.
