You know that moment you finally stay true to your training and diet and you’re really strict? You get a sense of accomplishment when you start seeing results and feeling better.  I had that for more than a half year. The problem was, I was too strict that it became a lifestyle. I was stuck….

My past fear of carbs

The first of January 2012 I started living a carb-free diet and didn’t drink alcohol for 50 days. At the same time I had a training schedule of 3 visits to the gym every week. To control what I was eating, I had an application that counted my carbs. I was not allowed to have more than 20 grams a day, so I even had to count my carbs with vegetables. I started my day with a breakfast of eggs or vegetable soup, prepped my lunch, and had chicken/fish/meat with salad or veggies for dinner.

If the body doesn’t get carbs it will use the extra fat your body has stored, as energy. This state is called ketose.

This diet is not recommended to be followed for more than two weeks, and after this point you can start incorporating carbs into your diet again. I continued this for half a year. I felt so good losing weight and feeling that I was in contol, that I kept this diet up and aimed to make it a lifestyle. The problem is, one day your body fat percentage will get as low as an athlete’s, and then what do you do? I started eating more and more cheese and fatty meats to stop the fat loss. I had to eat at least two whole chicken breasts and big chunks of cheese (which I both love) to get my calories in combination with my sport schedule. But this could not last.

To follow the diet, I was not allowed to eat any kinds of fruit, yogurts, bread, pasta, rice and other sugars. I became sort of afraid of them! My mind began to see  them as instant fat makers. I also couldn’t buy anything from the grocery stores anymore because everything contained added sugars or other ingredients that could not be included in my diet. Can you imagine? All these basic foods that everyone ate — as supposed to — and I couldn’t. I couldn’t go anywhere. I couldn’t eat out anywhere. I even became afraid of going outside at a certain point.

Then came the moment when my family and friends started to notice I was getting really thin. There came a time when the scale pointed at 46KG and I looked like a 12 year-old boy with abs. This also made me a social outcast; I was afraid to go to my friends’ place, parties, dinners or even just to visit someone because of the social pressure to eat or drink. It was a scary, dark and lonely period in my life.

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