Last updated on April 12th, 2017
This morning, eleven months into my low-carb way of eating, I tipped the scales at a new low of 207.6 pounds. That makes a total weight loss of more than 52 pounds.
To celebrate, I mashed up half an avocado to mix into my scrambled eggs. OK, it wasn’t really to celebrate. I’d eaten the other half yesterday, sliced on top of a ground sirloin patty with cheese melted on top. Avocado doesn’t keep long once you cut it, even tightly sealed. I was eating the remaining half today, no matter what. Still, it was good. On the side, I had a couple of small breakfast sausages made with chicken and no nitrites.
Lately I’ve been having a kind of hot cereal for breakfast: two tablespoons each of chia seeds, rolled oats, peanut butter, and walnut pieces, sprinkled with ground cinnamon, then mixed with about two-thirds of a cup of water and microwaved at 50% power for four minutes. It’s carbier than a plate of eggs and bacon, but not that bad when the fiber is subtracted, and it satisfies my craving for breakfast cereal.
In addition to not blogging about my diet, I also have not been reading much about food or diabetes or obesity. Occasionally a news story catches my eye or ear, but I haven’t been looking for them. I don’t talk about my diet unless someone asks. Low-carb and sensible eating have just become part of my life, my routine, and my identity. It’s what I do, who I am.
Until this morning, I had not weighed myself in a month. I suspected I had lost a little weight because I’ve been able to cinch up my belt another notch, at least on some days.
All of this said, I may get back into blogging more here. I have other motives for doing it besides promoting my own weight-loss.
I like to write.