This is something I've felt for many, many years. In order to be successful with this woe, we have to learn to love ourselves.

It's so easy to slip into self-loathing - I'm too fat, I fall off the wagon too often, I'm out of control, my clothes don't fit anymore, so I must be a worthless person.

Well, our worth isn't measured by the size of our body, or how much fat we carry (or don't!), or what size clothes we wear.

No, our worth is measured in what kind...

Have you noticed how many newbies have popped in here this past week or 2? Some are real newbies, just dipping their toes into the low carb waters, others coming back after slipping backwards for whatever reason, some just looking for a place to get support as they are continuing with their journey.

It's really nice to see so many interested in low carb, and I hope they continue their interest and keep coming back.

Now, I wish that some of the oldies who at one time were...

As a rule, I am not tempted very often to cheat on my low carb woe. Well, on our annual vacation to West Texas, it is exceedingly hard to find low carb choices at the restaurants (there aren't a lot of restaurants, and most of them serve chicken fried everything, biscuits and gravy, french fries, etc., hard to resist every meal for 5 or so days).

Today I started reading through Dr. Bernstein's "The Diabetes Diet". I'm not diabetic, but the principles he lays out applies to...

This has nothing to do with low carb, but it's something that has disturbed our little town for 15 years, and we're hoping there is some closure soon.

In 1993 a local rancher found the body of a baby girl in a plastic garbage bag. A newborn. The town wept for that baby, donated money for her funeral and burial, talked about how her mother could just throw her away.

They took fingerprints off the bag, but no matches, so they were put into the state system. Then four years...

Or, as Nero Wolfe used to say, "Pfui!"

I waited a week to weigh, was up a full pound, weighed again this morning, was up another 4. This tells me that I'm in my SpongeBob mode, retaining water. I always do this when I've eaten prepared brisket, either from the grocery store or one of the local bbq spots. It never fails. I've always been this way, since my pregnancies. Salt can cause me to swell up, making my fingers looked like stuffed sausages, and my feet and ankles to look...