Who Is She?

Hey there, I’m Blue and I’m a bit of a fat biffer!

I’m not ‘big boned’, ‘curvy’, ‘healthy’ or any of the other ridiculous cutesy euphemisms folk like to use when describing those of us who weigh way too much. I’m fat. Extremely overweight. And I need to do something about it.

I turned 40 this year and after going through a nervous breakdown, developing multiple health issues and feeling more than just the regular aches and pains that go along with getting older, I realised that just taking painkillers & anti-inflammatories isn’t going to cut it any more. Yes I have genuine health problems like fibromyalgia and psoriatic arthritis and endometriosis; but I’m not doing myself any favours by forcing my body to take all the extra strain that 100+ excess pounds puts on it. Yes, I’m always going to have these issues…and yes, they will probably get progressively worse as I get older (such is the nature of these illnesses) but I can’t just sit here and pretend like my weight isn’t exacerbating the aches, pains, stiffness and joint problems that I suffer with every day.

The truth is, by losing weight, I know I’ll feel better. I’ll be putting less strain on my body and giving it a much better chance to cope with those underlying health problems. And deep down I’ve known this for some time. I’ve just been choosing to pretend like that isn’t the case.

So why now? What’s made me get my head out of my arse and start admitting to myself that I really need to get my shit together? Well, I guess it was when a recent flare-up caused me to plough through all my painkillers before I was supposed to. I’d been trying to do some shopping around all the Covid-19 restrictions and after being out walking around for about 5 hours, my knees felt like they were about to give out. I was already sore before I left the house, but by the time I got home I was bent over and shuffling like Quasimodo. The pain kept me up all night and the next day was even worse. I seized up like the Tin Man and as I tried to manoeuvre my way from my bed to the sofa, I suddenly felt every single extra, ungainly pound on my frame, weighing me down and making every move near impossible. I knew I needed to make some changes, because I’m not getting any younger. If I don’t make the effort to improve my health now, well, it’s really just all downhill from here.

I chose to adopt the Atkins Diet/Way of Eating because I know it works. I’ve read up on the science behind why it’s far better for the human body than a low-fat/low-cal approach and I’m far more inclined to look towards an eating plan that embraces the kinds of foods that our ancestors not only survived, but thrived upon. I’m not diabetic (yet!) but I’ve no doubt that with the strain I’ve put on my pancreas over the years – eating sugary, processed, high-carbohydrate foods – I’m probably at the very least hyperinsulinaemic and without any form of dietary changes, likely to be staring down the barrel of a hypodermic needle full of insulin, in the not too distant future.

So here I am. All 270lb of me. Making the decision to change my eating habits, in the hopes of improving my health and overall quality of life. I started this blog as a way of trying to keep myself accountable. It gives me a place to record all my efforts, confess to all my missteps, celebrate my progress and whine about the inevitable plateaus. I’ll talk about books or articles I’ve read, share videos I find helpful and occasionally rant & rave about whatever else is driving me batty on any particular day.

It’s not going to be easy – I know that. I’m not going into this with a defeatist attitude though, I’m going to try to remain positive, do my best, accept that I’m only human and be willing to forgive myself the occasional screw-up. I’ve joined the forum.lowcarber.org where I’ve already been really pleasantly surprised at just how normal, supportive and knowledgeable the members are there. There are plenty of long-term success stories who will remind me that success is truly within my own grasp, as well as plenty of other regular folk who stumble, make mistakes and show that we’re all just human in trying to find out what works best for us in the long term. So I’m really happy to have found that site, for both its wealth of information and the fellow low-carbers who are only too happy to buddy up, share experiences and give me a place to talk macros with folk who don’t just want to tell me to shut up and go eat a doughnut!

I can’t promise to be the best, most successful low-carber to ever get into ketosis, but I can promise to give this my best shot. So if you fancy getting a real-time glimpse into the mind of an extremely honest, rather opinionated, sarcastic fat chick on a mission to shed some bulk, maybe consider sticking around, giving the blog a follow or dropping me the odd comment of encouragement.

Right. Lets do this. Let’s get this bread bacon!