I have been living a low carb lifestyle now for about 3 months and it is honestly the best thing I could have done for myself. I started at 186 and am now down to about 160.
I haven’t followed the keto plan to the T, but I do keep my carbs to where I continue to lose. I only have a little more to get to my goal. I love this lifestyle and will do this for the rest of my life…
Now I know at this point you are probably thinking this chick is crazy, the title says one thing and she is now saying she loves it, wth.
Well here is how I almost died. I was craving chocolate, so I figured I would go to Walmart and grab some low carb candy, I grabbed some Atkins Endulge Pecan Caramel Clusters the serving size is 1 package, which contains 2 clusters. I ate one on my way out of the store.
It tasted like a child of God…. It was so amazing, like sex only it was happening to my taste buds. I felt like I had just struck gold.
I assume the craving is maybe because that is the time of the month that I am supposed to have my period, anyway, the craving got worse and worse.
I ate another the next day and the day after that I finished the box, Lord that was the worse idea of my life, I mean it was an even worse idea than my last relationship and that was a really bad idea.
I was fine most of the night, but, Jesus when I went to bed I could swear that there was something that had grown from that heavenly tasting candy that was trying to escape.
I remember it so well, it was the 4th of July and I could hear the fireworks faintly, it was only faint because my freaking stomach sounded like a mix between a bear, a lion, a tiger and a 2-year-old, kicking screaming temper tantrum. It was sooooo bad.
Eventually, I was able to block the noise of the fireworks and the punching inside my stomach out, until it hit me, and I am not talking figuratively. It was like Satan was in there and he was trying to get out. I get out of bed and practically break my neck trying to sprint to the bathroom. I make it and sit down and pray to God to take the pain away as I release the volcano that is in my bowels.
When I finished my mouth felt like Hanks looked after he took his meds in Me, Myself, and Irene. I had to drink some water, and pretty much died all over again, it was like the water reactivated the deathly diarrhea and I was praying all over again.
This went on for about 2 hours until there was nothing left to get rid of, until I ate the next day, it started all over again, the worst part is I was at work this time. I went on like this for a few days, everytime I ate or drank it reactivated whatever devil sugar substitute that was in these candies. I was so relieved and thanked the Lord when it was over!
I honestly should have known better after reading the Sugarless Haribo Gummy Bear Reviews On Amazon Are The Most Insane Thing You’ll Read Today, but 1 these were a different candy and 2 I thought, they are probably exaggerating… Nope, they aren’t.
Moral of this story, screw sugar-free candies, I will stick to my Iced Americano with heavy whipping cream and sugar free vanilla from Starbucks to soothe my sweet tooth.