You’ll be shocked and amazed to hear that I love Pizza and Beer. I’m a (literally) big fat cliche.
Getting started on Slow Carb was really straight forward for me, sure, I wanted a beer in the evenings, but I’d tackled the weekday drinking habit over the previous few months, so being allowed a couple of glasses of red a night actually made things easier.
Food wasn’t an issue either, and certainly in the evenings I still have no issues stick with slow carb. In fact, since March, I’ve only “slipped” once, with a big sausage butty (roll) one morning.
The killer for me though, is when I get home from work and it’s a glorious summer evening and all I want to do is sit in the garden with a (case of) Corona. That’s really tough. Initially I thought I could use Gin and Tonic to cave to the craving whilst maintaining some level of Slow Carb, but that’s a gateway to an evening of indulging and my losses suffer as a result.
None of this is a surprise to me, but what I wasn’t prepared for, is that none of this seems to get any easier. In fact, in some respects, it’s actually more challenging. When I started out, I looked at these cravings from the perspective of “at least in a few months, this will be easier or a non-issue” , but that just hasn’t happened, and after 5 months I’ve got to accept that it won’t happen.
I’m not sure if accepting that cravings are just a normal part of life helps, but it certainly gives me a different perspective when I look back over the early months of Slow Carb.