I am sure you have all heard this one before. I tried to start but let emotions, physical ailments, you name it get in the way. Ever since I had pnuemonia the middle of June and the collapsed lung, I have been feeling even more unwell than ever and decided to stop kidding myself. I am grossly obese (I hate that word) and I don't care if I get saggy skin or look like a deflated balloon, I want to feel better so I started yesterday with a vengeance. I told my DH that I don't need bread, pasta or junk food. Although he does not have a weight problem, he does have high cholesterol so we are in it together. I gave in to all the low fat high carb mantras and the Atkins will kill you lie all these years and it didn't do me any good, so this can't hurt. In fact, just since yesterday I feel less bloated and more energetic already. I made a low carb smoothie for breakfast using tofu, soy protein isolate, flavourings (no sugar), cream and water. It was a recipe from Rose Elliott's low carb vegetarian cookbook. For lunch because I was in a hurry this morning, I have boiled ham slices, two devilled eggs and some grilled mediterranean vegetables that I made last night and a chunk of cheese. I have read Atkins book from cover to cover and brought it with me to read again on the train to and from work. Why is it that we do this to ourselves? I think of all the wasted years, but I still have quite a few left to go and I would rather be healthy than not so I am going to quit beating myself up and pull myself up and get on with it. I just have to be realistic and realise that this is going to be a way of life and not just another "diet". There is no excuse because there is not only the support of you lovely people on this board, but all the recipes out there honestly, I think I would rather have salad with real homemade full fat dressing than a chocolate brownie.


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Philippians 4:8 

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