I have no pity. No chips? No chocolate? Well, my house is full of that crap and I can't eat any of it. I am trying my damnedest to low carb.
Some of you know that about a year or so ago my doctor told me that my blood sugar was close to being to high. You know, just enough to be scary, but not enough to actually be a diagnosis. It was an "almost" diagnosis. So I went whole-hog low carb. Lost some weight, got the sugar down. It was all good. Then I cheated.
You know those people who claim to be carbohydrate addicts and we all thought they were full of shit? Well, I think I just might be one of them. I LOVE carbs. I love to bake. I love to cook. I love to eat. When I cheated, I couldn't go back. But now I have to.
I am returning to the low carb circle of Hell. Think eggs, meat, cheese, and salad. Anyone who tells you that those Atkins "revolution rolls" are just like bread is lying. They aren't even bread-like. They are just plain nasty.
So, don't ask me to pity you as you eat your pretzels. At least you can eat pretzels...
P.S. I'm not really as cranky as I sound. It's just the cravings talking.