Seriously. I can’t believe it.
Being afraid of carbs was like my religion. And these religious beliefs always ranged from mildly afraid to EXTREMELY afraid. I believed every bad thing I ever read about it. And whenever I ate carbs it was with a heavy, guilty heart. “I just can’t get it together” “I am feeding my addiction” “I am going to gain weight with every bite”. Every fear you could have about carbs, I have had it. And I have yo-yo’d with carbs for 10 years.
And when I first started this journey, it was from a strict Paleo “carbs-are-the-worst” view point. And I literally started the Fuck It Diet with “lots” of squash and potatoes. And it was THE SCARIEST THING.
The weirdest part now, is looking back to see how it was all in my brain.
I am weight stabilized now. I eat a LOT of carbs. A lot. In fact, I still will not fall asleep if I have not eaten enough calories or carbs during the day.
Point being: It is so clear to me now that carbs and or sugar, on their own or with other foods, are NOT a problem in the least. Inherently, they are neutral. They are fuel. They are not always what I crave, but sometimes they are all I crave. And it is good and fine…. and nothing bad happens.
It took time, though. It took time. It took me so long to finally add back in gluten, and then to start eating it liberally and then to actually be able to eat it without any anxious thoughts before during or after. But time has proven what I hoped it would. And my body has proven what I hoped it would. It can handle it. And everything is fine.