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I knew, no matter how carefully I explained why I was giving up carbs, that there would be misunderstandings. I knew that people would give me diet advice and tell me why giving up carbs was a bad idea.
Even the awesome people who told me how great it worked for them and gave me support were kind-of missing the point: This is about how it works for me.
I Didn’t Choose The Bread Life, The Bread Life Chose Me
This is what I look like when I eat bread:
My point is, I’m not someone who merely likes bread. I live a bread lifestyle. I bake bread. I dream about bread. I think about which bread I’d take to a desert island. Me and bread, we’re in deep.
If this experiment was only about the best way to lose weight, I already know how to do that. Out of all of the different diets and eating plans that I’ve ever tried, simply counting calories has worked best for me, time after time, the longest.
“Oh, but if it worked, you would stick to it and it wouldn’t be ‘time after time.’”
Well, yeah. You’re right. (Also, shut up.) That’s the trick, right? Finding something you can live with for the rest of your life. I haven’t found that thing yet. The reason that calorie counting doesn’t work for me long-term is that I get SO sick of the actual counting. The amount of food I can eat is fine (and it’s usually mostly carbs, BTW), but after a while the counting drives me NUTS. Especially when I’m making things for the whole family, because then I have to not only weigh all of the ingredients as they go in and figure out the calorie counts for each ingredient, but then I have to weigh the whole thing at the end, and then weigh my portion, and all the while my family is sitting at the table looking hungry and getting impatient while the food gets cold. It SUCKS.
As soon as someone invents something that I can point at a food and instantly know how many calories it has, I will just give them all of my money and be thin.
But absent that, I don’t have much motivation to lose weight. I’m at a point in my life where I’m not sure I care (I didn’t say I DON’T care, I said I’m not sure). The only time I get really upset about it is when I have to pack for a trip. That’s always hard and annoying.
Other than that though, meh. Seriously. I lost more than 25 pounds two years ago and looked great, but then I let it creep back on as I ramped up my baking hobby. And I’ve never been happier.
Which is all a roundabout way of saying, this is a test of whether or not trading carbs for thinness is worth it for a complete carboholic like me. I’m a vegetarian, bread is my meat. If you’re a steak-and-potatoes kind of person and you go low-carb, at least you’ve still got your steak. I don’t have that! So I have to weigh my happiness at losing weight against my sadness at losing bread. And pasta. And potatoes. That’s a lot to lose when it used to make up about 65% of my diet.