So Chuck and I are on Keto together. We needed to really cut down on sugar and just start feeling better. We weighed in last week. Yes I weighed in with my husband. No hesitation. This man literally inserted a catheter into my bladder, a number on a scale wouldn’t phase him.
We meal prepped and this week actually went quite well. The true key is food prep. If I get hungry and I don’t have something ready, all hell is gonna break loose and the pantry will be raided.
I’ve been tired but I live in Michigan where we had zero sun last week and who am I kidding, Im tired all the damn time. A couple of days of headaches but nothing crazy. Chuck has woken up twice with some leg cramps but he knows what he has to do.
Today was the 1 week mark. I jumped on the scale as soon as I woke up. After I peed of course. 4 lbs down. I was hoping for more considering I had coffee at Sprinkles donuts on Wednesday and didn’t eat a donut. Over all though very happy. I was excited to see what Chuck lost.
I was getting my coffee and I asked him how he did. He was very vague. I felt so bad, I could hear the disappointment in his voice. I assured him that he’s doing great. Again I asked and his reply was 3 or 4. I was so excited for him and then I realized he was lying. I have a pretty decent lie detector and he is a terrible liar. I asked him again, almost begging this time. 12lbs, 12 mother trucking pounds.
I instantly went from supportive to irritated. Bullshit, complete bullshit. We both laughed and I talked smack about how next week I’m going to smoke him. I also let him know that his was all water and mine was straight from my thighs.
We went and did our grocery shopping and I have to say there were a few times I could have injured him. Once I looked away and when I looked back he was smelling the bread. Freak! The next was when he grabbed some teriyaki jerky and I mentioned that he may want to check the sugar and he threw it back like a damn baby.
This man on sugar withdrawal is a different human than I’m used to. As we were walking down an isle and he mentioned the 5th or 6th thing he “can’t have” I finally broke. How can it be this damn hard for him? Then it hit me, I’ve been dieting on and off my entire life. This is his first time. My God I wonder what that’s like….
We survived the store and even have a great head start on food prep this week. I’ve got a ham in the oven for dinner and we are going to try some cauliflower “Mac and cheese” as a side.
We have a couple of baseball games this week so preparation is going to make all the difference. If you’ve got a must have recipe let me know.