I am not a foodie. I never have been and I probably never will be. Over the past 37 years I have grown a small but varied list of what I deem edible and I eat it in order to stay alive. Of course there are some foods more taste-bud tantalising than others, in my case usually those containing high amounts of sugar, but essentially it’s all just fodder.
I am a simple man of simple food needs. I believe that you can’t really go wrong with a plate of chips, beans and a chicken kiev. Burgers are an essential ingredient to any diet, they come in many different varieties, shapes and sizes. Hell, when you have a burger, the world is your oyster, grab that bun and slap whatever you want in there and away you go. Oh and don’t forget dessert, chocolate fudge cake, black forest gateaux or banoffee pie gets me drooling every time! Then there’s the great Sunday roast, pure overindulgence. The ultimate Sunday feast which leaves you the proud owner of a gigantic belly followed, later, by the ritual of giving birth to a food baby, the size of which you have never experienced before.
Ok, perhaps I am a little bit of a foodie in the sense I like all the things that aren’t meant to be the best for you, but of course everything in moderation!
I am well aware that we are supposed to have a balanced diet full of macro-nutrients and micro-nutrients., fats proteins and carbs. I have seen the Eatwell Guide, in fact more than seen. Nutrition played a role in my first year of study for a Health Science Degree. Frankly, it bored me and I didn’t really care. A total lack of interest in the subject. However, as I’ve aged I have inevitably succumbed to an expanding mid-riff, would I be right in calling it “middle aged spread”?
So my waistline is getting bigger, jeans are getting tighter and my belly is pushing out those T shirts that used to hang free. It’s time to try something different, eating anything I want is getting the better of me. My moderation has been going out the window for quite some time, when i like something, i just bloody nosh away until i can fit no more, leading to flatulence and slob like behavior. There’s also the health aspects to take into account, so it’s time for a little exploration.
I am not afraid of a little adventure. I strongly believe it’s always good to try something slightly different. This more or less comes from the fact that a few years ago I was diagnosed with a rare (around 140 uk diagnosed), life threatening connective tissue disorder called “Vascular Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome”. To cut a long story short, it’s caused by a mutation in the genes which leads to the faulty production of collagen. This in turn means that someone diagnosed with Vascular Ehlers-Danlos syndrome has weak foundations and is prone to spontaneous rupture of the arteries and hollow organs, aneurysms and many more wonderful and life threatening problems. I got diagnosed myself after suffering a dissection of the Internal Carotid Artery. Unfortunately it’s a killer with no cure and very little is known about it even in the medical community.
So, with health issues and the size issues in mind, its time for a little adventure.
Bearing in mind that I don’t really know anything about dieting and I’m not all that great at following diet schedules, I have decided that the best way to go is to eat meat. Cut down on the carbs or get rid of them all together and enter a world with no sugar. I have heard many positive stories about zero carb diets. From weight-loss, to health benefits, to whiter teeth. My partner is also a zero carb pro, she will be around to guide and help me along the way. Which is great, because researching food is not really my thing and if i can follow her advice i just might stick to it.
The challenge then, 60 days of meat!
Since being diagnosed with Vascular Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, I have conquered the highest mountain in the British Isles, Ben Nevis. Faced my fear of heights and abseiled down Peel Tower and even released my first book through amazon; “Vascular Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome: The Journey Begins”
This next challenge, I hope, will make me a little healthier, a little trimmer and a whole lot less flatulent, not that I consider that a bad thing, although my arse has been described as a pipe, the kind of which you see attached to scaffolding, with rubble being thrown down it!
In carrying out this task, I will document everyday my thoughts, my feelings and what I have been eating. In the process I will try to add a little humor into the mix so you don’t get bored. Statistics wise, I will be keeping track of cholesterol levels, blood glucose levels, weight and belly circumference. Oh, I shall also be monitoring my blood pressure, as this is a key component for me health-wise.
So feel free to stay tuned, join me on this exciting and scary new adventure, if you have any advice or thoughts then please feel free to leave a comment.
Ketosis here I come!