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I'm 24. I went on Atkins the first time afew years ago, and lost 59 pounds in 6 months. I went from 170 to 111. I'm 5'4," So that was not underweight (although it was very small and people started worrying). In fact, according to weight charts in the 1972 Atkins book...a medium framed woman of my height shouldn't weigh more than 122. They've changed now, of course.
Then I went off of Atkins. I did everything completely wrong. I read the old edition of the book - I figured, what's wrong with that? Still, I knew better. But I would lose down to where I was smaller than I really wanted to be. And then I'd go off and eat carbs. When I got to about 130-that was my magic number. Time to go on induction until I'm thin again. Over and over and over. I've lost that 20 pounds at least 10 times. Does that mean I've lost 200 pounds?
My excuse was some part in the oldest book that says, if you want to cheat, lose more that you want to and cheat. He meant ONE cheat. Not a month of it. And this was before the "golden shot" theory...before he warned about difficulties in yo-yoing.
Meanwhile my boyfriend-who tends to be underweight if anything-suddenly was diagnosed with late onset type 1 diabetes. I know so much about the metabolic system it's not funny now. And every day I see firsthand the pain that I'm facing if I don't straighten up and deal with my carb sensitivity...which means insulin resistance. And still I screwed around.
I went back on, but went off because of money. I can eat for less than 10 dollars a week off of Atkins. It's at least 80 on Atkins-and that's if I shop sales and do without things I want.
I stayed at 131. I gained that extra pound and that was it. The only reason I can think of for this is that I was eating less...If the diet did anything for me it taught me to "eat to live instead of live to eat." I didn't start piling on the weight. My old clothes didn't fit and I had gotten rid of most of the bigger ones. But I was just so happy to be at a "set weight" that wasn't overweight...even if it was only 8 pounds away. Even though I swore I was never taking that chance again.
Finally I got tired of wearing the same 3 outfits every day. So I went back on my yo-yo plan, expecting it to work. 3 weeks later, I had lost one pound. On the second day. I had been in ketosis-deep purple-constantly. So I figured, heck...If we're only talking about one pound of difference here, I'm going off. I'll learn to be happy right here. With the money I save in food I'll buy new clothes that are one size bigger. Screw it.
BIG MISTAKE.
A week later I had gained 12 pounds and looked and felt like crap. Even my three "fat outfits" didn't fit anymore. I've been despairing...the thought that I have to be on induction to maintain the weight I was at on rice a roni and spaghettios before...man, did I blow it. And I couldn't figure out why. I've lost the "set weight" I've dreamed of for 6 years and lost the ability to lose on Atkins all at once.
So I started researching and came across this forum. Apparently I've posted here before...it recognized my email. I learned things I should have learned before. I'm really NOT a stupid person. But I sure have acted that way. I'm in week 3 of induction. The 12 lbs I gained, I lost within 3 days. And I'm stuck at 130 ever since. And now I know why. I can't believe I screwed up so bad. I know I knew better.
I measured today, so I'll have a comparison of some kind.
This time, I'm not feeling better like I used to. And I've been very strict - NO sweets, period. Not even any cheese, after I realized that it makes me gain (yeast?). And NO alcohol...well, one shot of vodka, which strangely preceded the day that I woke up to find I had lost 6 pounds. I've had to do >10g carbs/day just to get where I am...stuck. Of course that is my own fault.
I live in louisiana. If you think peer pressure is bad in high school to drink, try being an adult here. That's not an excuse, of course. Since the night of that shot, I just haven't gone anywhere. I've stayed home. No social life=no pressure to drink. My poor boyfriend, who monitors his blood sugar religiously and is on his own roll with his own diet, is miserable sitting at home every night. Once I break the plateau and move into phase 2...I know what I've "missed the most," lol.
This time, it's for life. I feel like such a fool. I apologize for the long post. I'm sure my story is just about the same as most people's, but I wanted to relate it. If only I had practiced what I preached to all my friends...
Then I went off of Atkins. I did everything completely wrong. I read the old edition of the book - I figured, what's wrong with that? Still, I knew better. But I would lose down to where I was smaller than I really wanted to be. And then I'd go off and eat carbs. When I got to about 130-that was my magic number. Time to go on induction until I'm thin again. Over and over and over. I've lost that 20 pounds at least 10 times. Does that mean I've lost 200 pounds?
My excuse was some part in the oldest book that says, if you want to cheat, lose more that you want to and cheat. He meant ONE cheat. Not a month of it. And this was before the "golden shot" theory...before he warned about difficulties in yo-yoing.
Meanwhile my boyfriend-who tends to be underweight if anything-suddenly was diagnosed with late onset type 1 diabetes. I know so much about the metabolic system it's not funny now. And every day I see firsthand the pain that I'm facing if I don't straighten up and deal with my carb sensitivity...which means insulin resistance. And still I screwed around.
I went back on, but went off because of money. I can eat for less than 10 dollars a week off of Atkins. It's at least 80 on Atkins-and that's if I shop sales and do without things I want.
I stayed at 131. I gained that extra pound and that was it. The only reason I can think of for this is that I was eating less...If the diet did anything for me it taught me to "eat to live instead of live to eat." I didn't start piling on the weight. My old clothes didn't fit and I had gotten rid of most of the bigger ones. But I was just so happy to be at a "set weight" that wasn't overweight...even if it was only 8 pounds away. Even though I swore I was never taking that chance again.
Finally I got tired of wearing the same 3 outfits every day. So I went back on my yo-yo plan, expecting it to work. 3 weeks later, I had lost one pound. On the second day. I had been in ketosis-deep purple-constantly. So I figured, heck...If we're only talking about one pound of difference here, I'm going off. I'll learn to be happy right here. With the money I save in food I'll buy new clothes that are one size bigger. Screw it.
BIG MISTAKE.
A week later I had gained 12 pounds and looked and felt like crap. Even my three "fat outfits" didn't fit anymore. I've been despairing...the thought that I have to be on induction to maintain the weight I was at on rice a roni and spaghettios before...man, did I blow it. And I couldn't figure out why. I've lost the "set weight" I've dreamed of for 6 years and lost the ability to lose on Atkins all at once.
So I started researching and came across this forum. Apparently I've posted here before...it recognized my email. I learned things I should have learned before. I'm really NOT a stupid person. But I sure have acted that way. I'm in week 3 of induction. The 12 lbs I gained, I lost within 3 days. And I'm stuck at 130 ever since. And now I know why. I can't believe I screwed up so bad. I know I knew better.
I measured today, so I'll have a comparison of some kind.
This time, I'm not feeling better like I used to. And I've been very strict - NO sweets, period. Not even any cheese, after I realized that it makes me gain (yeast?). And NO alcohol...well, one shot of vodka, which strangely preceded the day that I woke up to find I had lost 6 pounds. I've had to do >10g carbs/day just to get where I am...stuck. Of course that is my own fault.
I live in louisiana. If you think peer pressure is bad in high school to drink, try being an adult here. That's not an excuse, of course. Since the night of that shot, I just haven't gone anywhere. I've stayed home. No social life=no pressure to drink. My poor boyfriend, who monitors his blood sugar religiously and is on his own roll with his own diet, is miserable sitting at home every night. Once I break the plateau and move into phase 2...I know what I've "missed the most," lol.
This time, it's for life. I feel like such a fool. I apologize for the long post. I'm sure my story is just about the same as most people's, but I wanted to relate it. If only I had practiced what I preached to all my friends...
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