I hear the phrase “know your why” in the keto community. I first heard it from Brian Williamson (a.k.a ketovangelist) who I can paraphrase as: if you don’t remember why you’re doing something, what’s going to keep you doing it? My why has always been my mom, for many, many things, but specifically, her health struggles have always driven me to try to be healthier because I never wanted to end up with the same troubles. [ Read More… ]

My experience with the ketogenic lifestyle has caused some noticeable improvements in my life. Besides having to buy even smaller clothes than from the ones I had gotten just a year before, I had to get a smaller wedding band, because my fingers were too small for my original ring to stay on. My aches and pains have gone away, I haven’t seen the chiropractor in ages. I expected that sort of thing, but what I didn’t expect was other improvements to my health. [ Read More… ]

After getting diagnosed with type 2 diabetes, I followed the diabetic nutritionist’s guidelines and was very careful with what I ate. I lost nearly 40 pounds over the winter! Dropping those pounds really helped me feel better, but so far it was mostly on accident that I lost weight. So, I decided to get serious, what I’d been taught was that I needed to eat less and exercise more. I got a Fitbit tracker to track my progress, I started walking every day and eventually biking to work. [ Read More… ]

My family history lead me to a near-vegetarian diet, which I followed for almost two decades. Red meat gives you heart disease and fruit, vegetables and pretend meat made out of soybeans are healthy. I felt I did moderate exercise, I got tired of going to the gym, but continued to walk and bike when I could. That should have been enough to keep me healthy, right? In my mind I had no real healthy problems, just sleep apnea, but my mom has that, so that must be hereditary, not because I was overweight. [ Read More… ]

I have explained this story to enough people that I think I’d better write it down so I can both share it with other people who are interested and so I don’t forget anything. Once I started writing it, I got to the point where I never thought I’d finish, so I’m breaking it up into parts so I actually get somewhere. Here’s the first part… My dad’s side of the family has had heart problems. [ Read More… ]