sometimes, my 18-yr-old speaks wistfully about "the old days," pre low carb in our household.

"I miss the days I could suggest we order a pizza, and didn't get laughed at," she sighs.

I laugh heartily, inadvertenly emphasizing her point.

"It's been a long time, huh?"

"Yeah!" she says. "It used to be, when I'd suggest we order a pizza, sometimes, you'd say 'That sounds like a good idea.' And...

Goddess

What?!? Did I say that? Yes! For this food obsessed lady I'm realizing that indulging doesn't have to always be about food. I can indulge in things that make me feel good. I'm a girlie girl, as my niece calls me, and I love beauty supplies. Indulging in things that make me feel pretty. It doesn't have to cost me a fortune. Today I bought a flat iron at Salvation Army for $3.95 so I could do something new with my hair. I bought lotion to turn these white legs into something that won't cause car accidents...

babybluejay1

I went out to eat with a friend today. Sitting there perusing the menu, deciding what I was gonna get...including deciding how on plan I was going to eat. And it hit me.

Yes, this journey takes staying power. Yes, it takes focus, and dedication, and commitment. And yes, it certainly takes time! It's easy enough to say, "It didn't pile on overnight, so it won't drop overnight." And it's also true, no doubt.

But that doesn't help when you're dealing with...

Goddess

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...

QueenMama

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...

QueenMama