I want to sing like James Brown. “I feel good!” HEY!
Sherry and I were sitting by the pool last night as I was smoking a new pipe with some new tobacco (very low in carbs… lol) and we were talking about the changes our bodies have undergone in the past year. Both of us commented about how much thinner our legs have gotten since losing all the weight. While our legs weren’t what I would call fat, they were very big and muscular. They had to be: they were carrying a lot of extra weight every day.
As we’ve lost weight, so have we lost muscle in our legs, most notably, our calves. They are noticeably smaller now. We also have much smaller thighs which allows us to sit with our legs crossed comfortably. I can sit with crossed legs in any chair now.
I also noticed that sitting outside last night by the pool, I wasn’t sweating nor did I even feel that hot. I felt comfortable; the amount of sweat my body was producing was enough to actually keep me cool and didn’t accumulate on me as it evaporated. In the past, I would sweat too much which would keep the heat trapped inside and would make me sweat even more profusely. What a difference!
These changes have happened to Sherry and I within a year, which makes it feel very fast to us. In our heads, we are still the fat people we were a year ago. Seeing ourselves in the mirror is still strange, and feeling small within our “New” bodies is a strange experience. Notice, I didn’t say a bad experience: It’s freaking awesome!
We talked about how we no longer are tempted by high-carb or high-sugar foods anymore. While our ways of coping are different, my method involves realizing that the small moment of gratification is not worth the long-term satisfaction of being healthy and lighter (and thinner!). I just can’t justify eating foods that are unhealthy anymore unless at a celebration, holiday, or special event, and even then, in very small amounts.
I don’t ever want to feel the way I used to. Not ever again. I felt tired, worn out, and sore all the time. I was embarrassed for my size and my inability to fit into booths at restaurants or to sit comfortably in airplanes. Now, my motivation is strengthened by my love of how I feel. Like I tell people all the time when they ask me if I miss pizza: “I love being thin more than I love pizza.” And I love pizza a lot.





Anytime someone finds out that my dietary needs are different than the “norm,” the first question I get is if I’m on a non-gluten diet. I typically answer no, but that my dietary needs restrict high-carbs, so I need to avoid the grains, beans, and dairy. That’s when the puzzled looks begin and the further questions come up: “Why?”