Mother’s Day is a day when I do for the mother living in my house. We had cream and coffee for breakfast and worked on our landscaping. Its what she wanted to do, so we did it until the rain made us quit. I drank and eight ounce can of Coke when I came in the house. That is a very small dose of fructose, even though it is ‘high fructose’, but its a small enough dose that I didn’t feel the sweetness in my blood.
Our first solid food was onion rings at the best barbecue restaurant in Kansas City, Jack Stack at the Crossroads, near downtown. I ate two rings, which are sweet onions in a thick, crunchy bread shell. Washed it down with more Coke. You see where this is going, right? Dinner was pork ribs surrounded by cole slaw (sweet), baked beans (sweet), potatoes au gratin (carbs), cheesy corn (carbs), and french fries (carbs). We ordered a creme brule of which I ate a half spoonful, but the damage was done. My system was loaded up with carbs, gushing insulin to compensate.
Top that off with fresh home made popcorn and real butter while watching Game of Thrones.
When I eat this many carbs in less than eight hours I have a reaction. My heart hammers. I sweat. Laying in bed I must be out of the sheets as I sweat. I awaken halfway thru the night a bit hungry and cold, and get under the sheets.
There was a time when I blamed these symptoms on other things. I thought it was hot in the room or humid in the house. It wasn’t, and I only feel like it is when I have eaten carbs. The reactions that I have, like my heart hammering I would blame on other things, but now I know why it happens. My whole life it has been the food I ate and now I finally know it. Eating carbs makes me feel a bit sick, but it always did. Eating them your whole life really does make you sick–it causes real go-to-the doctor kinds of problems.
If you go on a diet and it includes carbs then you are not going to have a good time of it. If you are hooked on carbs and cut back a little, you are hungry all the time. If, on the other hand you cut back on carbs only, you will not get hungry. You can eat any time you want as long as you don’t exceed your carb allotment. Any fat you eat that your body does not need you will get rid of in your waste. It is a wonderful way of eating.
Yet, I keep going back to eating carbs. They make me feel bad but I eat them when I want to. Even knowing that I will pay later doesn’t keep me from doing it. Doesn’t this sound familiar? Ever do something you know you shouldn’t but you do it anyway? Ever do it and try to hide that fact from your loved ones? Sounds a helluva lot like addiction doesn’t it? It is.