Victoria, I think you can still celebrate with food. Food is a very big category, after all. My sumptuous break fasts, for example, are a very real celebration. They’re just not cake and alcohol is all. Instead it’s grass-fed steak, cultured pasture butter, gorgonzola, sauteed spinach and garlic or asparagus or pan-roasted brussels sprouts and bacon and a crispy Romaine salad on the side. I munch happily away, making yummy noises and everything.
I was never much of a drinker because I don’t have the stomach for it. (Gee, I wonder why more than a couple of servings of alcohol with all its sugars might make me vomit? Yet another thing doctors never said a word about.) I did enjoy a glass of wine with dinner from a gustatory perspective but it was no hardship closing that door. I am fortunate, I know, because as you discovered, those alcohol carbs are very powerful triggers. Good on you for placing it right away and in fighting the urge to hit the sugar bar hard.
Caronl, I second Flick’s sentiment. Red cabbage sauerkraut is one of my favorite things. I haven’t made coleslaw in ages but I bet it delicious and ever so pretty with red cabbage.
s-g, I don’t know if I’d call it a fear, but I definitely have a very strong aversion to those kinds of foods now. I went grocery shopping today and inadvertently cut through the bread aisle. It’s not like a nice bakery which still smells fine to me. It’s those megastore processed breads, buns, sliced breads, etc., that smell sickly sweet with an undertone of dry yeast. I literally had to cover my nose to keep from wretching.
Luvtcook, like you and MnM said, we have to do what works for us and you are wise to examine your weaknesses and strengths so you know what you can handle without launching a carb meltdown. I will tell you this, though, success drives itself. When I started out I held back mentally, told myself I was testing the waters because counting and weighing and all that stuff was so foreign to me. Within four days I knew I’d hit the jackpot and there was no going back. I am now far more hardcore a low carber than I was in August 2016 when I still had 200 pounds to lose.
Krysia, that’s just what I told my mom when she got sad over my refusal to eat her potatoes this year. It’s not self-abnegation or asceticism. The momentary taste pleasure is already very diminished for me because I don’t taste things the same way anymore (and because she doesn’t use anywhere near enough salt), and taking the very real risk of setting off a chain reaction that would set me back even just a little bit is anathema to me. She knows I’ve been insulin resistant for decades. I’m not making this up. This is a real thing that robbed me of my young adulthood. When I say not one step backwards, I mean it. I’ve been there, and it was a living hell.
I used to love the milkiest, whitest, blandest, sweetest chocolates in the world too! Now here I am pounding a big square of 100% cacao unsweetened bakers chocolate several times a week. I remember making a ganache for the first time years ago and thinking I must have bought the wrong thing because this bakers chocolate is obviously not really chocolate. 😆
Allie, excellent advice about formulating a plan and cleaving to it. Structure is so important when there are pitfalls to navigate and people trying to derail your progress and break your resolve at every turn.
Californiagirl, I think about those folks a lot. I wish they hadn’t left because this forum is such an invaluable resource for people when they need it the most. The support factor is essential to success, so it makes me sad when people feel so ashamed or damaged by a fall off the wagon that they can’t face talking about it. 🙁
Sandy47, congratulations on your quick recovery from the party situation. It’s good to know you have already developed the tools to keep your system running even when something goes awry. As for so-called friends who sabotage you, my current theory is they secretly feel like your healthy choices are a silent judgment of their unhealthy ones so they want to tear you down to feel better about themselves. Or they could just be negative nellies. Or simply jealous. Keep an eye on them, seriously. Those kinds of foul-weather friends do not have your best interests at heart.
Kush, that was the most awesomely disgusting description! I love it. 😀
Mariet, I agree, when your health looms very large, you have an omnipresent reminder of why you’re doing this. It’s like how Roman generals had an attendant behind them in the chariot during a triumph whose job was whispering “remember always that thou art mortal” in his ear as the crowds cheered the deity-for-a-day.