Low Carb Living

I truly think old women could take over the world. We need next to nothing for food. I figure I could eat just one carrot a day and still put on weight. Over the years I've crept up to a whopping size 20!  Weight watchers worked for awhile, but I was always hungry and obsessing about  food . . . and cranky. On top of not being able to lose weight, I began to have some real health issues. Allergies, in the form of asthma got pretty scary. Two kinds of inhalers and periodic courses of steroids were alarming, AND made me gain more weight. 

Here's the good news. A friend told me about a book called Eat Fat, Lose Fat by Sally Fallon. EAT fat? Heresy! I was shocked. You mean all that no butter, no mayo, no bacon advice was wrong? I started doing some research. The blog dietdoctor.com has a very informative video about Sweden's weight loss success.  I discovered Jimmy Moore. He's lost over 180 lbs eating a low carb, moderate protein, high fat diet. He writes about it and  interviews many fascinating people on issues related to this topic. 

He's also recently written a book about cholesterol and how the numbers game and statin use can lead you down the wrong path. The absolute science on ketogenic diets is in a super book called The Art and Science of Low Carbohydrate living by Drs. Phinney and Volek. Gary Taubes and Peter Attia are two more experts on this diet if you want to know more, and there are others. 

 I've been been low carbing for a year. I've lost over twenty pounds and no longer need an inhaler. My triglycerides are down and my HDL (the good cholesterol) is up. Weight comes off very slowly on older women, I guess that's just the way it is. My whining does not help.  I believe low carb, high fat is the right diet for me. So, dear reader, if you too are eating low carb, drop me a line. We can swap recipes!

Paris and low carb eating

Posted on May 7, 2013

Even though this heavy hipped female statue at Luxembourg Garden sets an easier standard, I don’t want my weight to blow up like a balloon at high altitude. So I’m relieved that Paris is a Low Carber’s delight. Every day is an adventure as I go out to buy food, the way the French do.
Paris has fresh food of high quality. I buy local spring vegetables and sauté them in butter that’s so delicious I could eat it like cheese. Le Fromagerie is an artisan cheese store that sells eggs, butter, and delectable crême fraiche. This thick, fermented cream complements France’s sweet, fragrant seasonal strawberries.  Ooooh la la!
The Fromagerie also sells, naturellement, fromage . . . cheeeeeeze! There are at least a hundred different cheeses from all over France. Big, golden cheeses with thick rinds sold in pie shape chunks, little log shaped moldy cheeses, delectable soft, smelly ones..rather like feet after a day at Louvre. I bought a thick, full fat cheese so gooey and creamy it came in a little crock. I eat these fabulous, often raw milk, cheeses by the slice, spoonful, or with veggies.

I buy meat already cooked at the traiteur, a slice of veal or a chicken leg. Sometimes I buy rosemary flavored grilled rabbit, or duck . . . yum.  A salad drenched in oil and vinegar or buttered vegetables and voila! It balances the tastes for zee palate, oui? The French aren’t big veggie eaters, and when they do, it’s pretty well,disguised in a rich, creamy, wine sauce. Mon Dieu, I could live here. 

Today, I gave myself permission to eat a sinfully sugary meringue cookie, barely cooled from the bakery oven. Meringue is a French specialty. The crispy outer part melts on the tongue, the center is just chewy enough, reminding me of vanilla Turkish Taffy. The cookie was not as horrific in carbs as I thought it would be, which was a pleasant surprise. I checked AFTER I ate it, of course.

Once a week I try something I’ve never had before. If that happens to be sweets, that’s really risky for me. Kinda like having just a LITTLE crack. (Not that I’ve tried crack, mind you.) I might getting hooked again, wham, after just one sweet. That makes me very respectful about putting my sugar addicted toes into carby water.

So, tomorrow, if I walk pass the bakery and hear, “Pssssst! Madame! You want to try a little pastry? Come on! Just a tiny taste. It’s sooo good.” I’d better run!