One of the best and easiest-to-understand explanations I’ve seen.
I decided to try a low carb, high fat diet last year after a particularly bad sugar binge, and the results blew me away.
But let’s go back a minute, to the binge. It started with a single small slice of red velvet cake at work one November morning last year. By the end of the day, I’d devoured something like five slices of cake, a packet of chocolate biscuits, whatever random old chocolate I could find at home (I don’t really keep chocolate in the house) and most of a jar of hot chocolate powder. Yes, hot chocolate powder. Straight out the jar. My nemesis.
In fact, I decided to write this blog post now as a distraction from that self-same powder currently winking at me from our kitchen at work – a large jar that someone has lovingly donated to the office. I can’t stop thinking about ladling several heaped spoons directly into my mouth, which would probably be frowned upon by my colleagues and also extremely embarrassing because I usually inhale half the powder and end up choking.
But that’s besides the point. Or, not really.
Because as I lay on the couch that night in November regretting every morsel I’d binged on – and it really was a binge – I realised that things needed to change. I’d read a lot about LCHF diets and since it was one of the few I’d never tried, having always been terrified of the idea of eating FAT, I decided I had nothing to lose.
Within one week of strict LCHF eating, I’d not only lost 2kgs, but I’d also almost lost my sugar cravings. It was INCREDIBLE. I think I’ll always struggle to resist sugar, but I wasn’t having hourly – okay okay, ‘minutely’ – thoughts of chocolate and cake and chocolate cake. I felt so good, and I was eating right: meat, vegetables, eggs, salad, coconut and olive oils, avocado, almonds. I was satiated all the time and didn’t feel any need to snack or cheat.
Then about a month later, my birthday rolled around, and I decided to treat myself – and for me, treating myself ALWAYS means food, never shoes or handbags or teacup pigs. For several days, I gorged myself on chocolate, cake, wine, bubbly and all the carbs that were within arm’s reach.
I tried to get back on the wagon, and it felt like I had one foot on and one foot off. Through December, January and early February, I kept trying to claw my way back onto the eating plan but kept slipping. I added dairy (which some people can do) but it didn’t help with the extra kilo or two that had crept back. I drank diet drinks, which isn’t advised, and once or twice I dipped into the remnants of the hot chocolate powder. I started drinking lite beer, because it’s just so damn boring to drink water at a bar, and when I found a months-old Lindt chocolate in my girlfriend’s car, I devoured it greedily before my brain had a chance to talk some sense into me. It was the day before Valentine’s Day, I rationalised, and tomorrow I’d be indulging. So that day was a write-off (I think I remember some chocolate powder too) and the next day there was dessert… and then K’s mom arrived for a 10-day holiday from Malaysia, so it was all about the pina coladas and French fries.
Things were not good.
They came to a head this past weekend, when I clocked four slabs of chocolate in a single day. K’s mom’s here, we’re eating out anyway, I’m just gonna go balls-to-the-wall and then get back on it when she leaves was how I made it okay. But my clothes aren’t fitting anymore, and this has NEVER happened to me before. I feel gross, and parts of me jiggle when I drive on bumpy roads. I HATE it.
What I’d been struggling to understand was why this diet had worked so well the first time, and not when I tried to get back onto it in Jan. Obviously, it’s because the first time, there was NO cheating. Not a grain of sugar, not a drop of booze. The second time round, I got a bit more slack. Lots of dairy, the odd drink here and there – and of course a day or two of cheating every few weeks.
Not only was my body completely confused – high carb? high fat? what’s going on? – but I also wasn’t allowing it to overcome its sugar cravings. If you cut the stuff out completely, it sucks for a couple of days but you get over it. If you keep having tiny bits here and there, you never stop craving it. Basically, it’s like a drug – we all know that – but I needed to come to that realisation physically, if that makes sense.
“Maybe you just shouldn’t keep chocolate in the house.” – my sister. Very wise, she is.
I must point out that K is also on this diet, and she has lost 10kgs! She’s been amazing and so much more committed than I. Her willpower and reserve is just phenomenal, and pretty damn inspiring, given her own sugar cravings.
So what now?
Now I’m back on the wagon, albeit shakily, and doing my utmost to get this right. I loved how I felt when I was doing LCHF properly, and I loved the results. I especially loved not craving sugar. It’s hard at first but it’s an investment well worth making.
I’m not quite sure why I wanted to write this – I think that unlike many of my other posts, it was more for me than anything else. Perhaps to remind myself why I’m doing this and why it’s so worth it. And maybe, if you’ve also fallen off the wagon, it might help you too 🙂
Before I was diagnosed with UC, I visited a doctor and told him that I had severe diarrhoea and pain in my wrists and ankles. He must never have encountered IBD before, because he was stumped.
Of course, my more experienced doctors immediately put the two together, and since I’ve started treatment, the pain has mostly disappeared.
However, from time to time, I’ll get twangs in my knees – more niggles and annoyances than anything else, and I’m wondering if any other IBD sufferers experience the same thing? My GI issues are completely under control, but yet I still get these strange pains from time to time.
A few things that help are:
– Warming the area. Put a blanket over your knees or have a hot bath. Don’t worry if it makes you feel like a granny – it works!
– Avoiding tight pants/jeans. Maybe it’s a no-brainer or maybe it never occurred to you (it never occurred to me until I was like, “Duh!”), but wearing pants that put pressure on your knees can exacerbate the pain. More reason to wear tracksuit bottoms (yay!)
– Not sitting still for too long in the same position. Stretch your legs and walk around often, but don’t overdo the exercise (until the pain goes away).
– Not sitting with your legs crossed (a leg swung over your sore knee can make the pain worse).
– Adding more anti-inflammatory foods to your diet, like coconut oil, almonds, avocado, tumeric, blueberries, fatty fish, sweet potatoes, leafy greens and almost any other vegetable you can get your hands on.
– Taking a good quality fish oil supplement.
– Taking anti-inflammatories (if you MUST). Only when my pain became so bad that I couldn’t walk did I take anti-inflammatories, but it really did help and it gave me several hours of mobility that I wouldn’t have had otherwise. Always check with your doc, though.
What solutions/suggestions do you have for IBD-related joint pain?