A report from the land of cream and cheese

So. One slightly annoying aspect of visiting the sis was that she practically talked my ear off about the apparently unlimited marvels of the LCHF diet. As if it wasn't hard enough to sync our respective diets as it was (one gluten-intolerant allergy-prone meat-eater - meet the veggie visiting Spain - carne, carne, carne)!! Now my sister was avoiding carbs as well. Geez!
However, I recognize this obsessive behaviour in myself when I discover something I want to share because it can benefit others and as my sister certainly has my best interests at hearts and I'm a researcher and this Dr Dahlqvist thing has been circulating the media without me bothering to find out properly what it's about, I decided to do what I do best: research.

Having been convinced of its apparent scientific merit (oh there's a real juicy conspiracy involved, one of the best articles can be found here) I've decided to at least give it a try.
Almost one week and counting! I am considering buying a pair of scales, so far it's to early tell for sure whether I've lost any weight, but despite having cooked some fabulous dinners (oh god I made this fish soup Saturday that was to die for with hoki and cream and lemon and broccoli mmm) I certainly haven't put on any weight. My stomach doesn't expand gradually throughout the day like it always has (skirts fit the same way at 4pm like they did at 6am!) so at least in the short term I feel thinner. None of the side effects that I dreaded, constipation and bad skin, have happened. I wouldn't say my skin has gotten drastically better yet but at worst no difference. I have no problems with my stomach at all. The argument is that we need a lot of fiber today to process all those carbs. Reduced carbs = lower fiber intake required. Or, like some guru somewhere put it: eat like a cow, shit like a cow, eat like a fox, shit like a fox (I don't know what fox faeces look like but I'm assuming they're rather tiny compared to cowshit...).

Also, I'm not constantly hungry. I haven't had any severe tests yet (Friday morning brunch was downstairs so less in-your-face tempting) but I can't say that I crave sugar. I usually spend a lot of my mental energy thinking about food, analysing what I eat, todays calories, planning, trying to resist, eating, regretting eating, thinking what I could have eaten instead, etc etc. Hell, one of my most traumatic childhood memories is my after-school teacher telling me I was obsessed with food and how upset I got (I was 7). I can't remember not trying to loose weight and I read everything about nutrition I come across. When it comes to my relationship with carbs/sugar I act in ways that make me ashamed or feel bad or feel guilt pretty much daily. I eat things I don't want to eat because I can't not eat it if it's there.
Now I have completely changed my diet so I do have to still think and plan a lot - but I eat less volumes and I can certainly be more detached when planning.

TBC - I'm going to go have some cheese before heading home for choire practice!