If you or anyone you love has evidenced such symptoms, please seek medical advice immediately.
Following my doctor’s advice after a neurological assessment she conducted in response to both cognitive and physical conditions I was experiencing, I struggled throughout the weekend without carbohydrates. I questioned, read nutrition labels and learned a little, took risks but mostly didn’t know what I should eat.
I tried but failed to feel OK with this brave new world.
But, rather than my expectation of suffering and feeling deprivation through the weekend, instead and to my great surprise, 48 hours minus carbs caused magical and bountiful rewards to rain down upon me. So unexpected were the results and so utterly taken aback, I barely knew what to make of it.
Miraculously, come Sunday evening after a weekend where I didn’t drown in deprivation, the earlier dread had given way to astonishment. Although it took a while to sink in, I couldn’t help noticing that virtually all the frighteningly disparate symptoms I’d dealt with simply disappeared, evaporated, were history!
Whatever I managed to do in eliminating carbohydrates from my diet had not merely had a positive effect, but one that brought startling results.
Most of the GI tract problems that caused great discomfort cleared up. I was able to digest food easier, no longer experiencing the sensation of blocks of concrete resting there for hours.
I noticed my brain is more its old self, back to typical ways of processing information and making associations between information both new and old. Vanished was the awkward, disjointed and frustrating sense of disconnect between thought and speech. I welcomed back my ability for articulating what I thought.
My energy roared back in full swing, with the marked absence of fatigue that had hounded me for months. Even my quintessential sense of humor, diminished along with other aspects of myself, made an appearance!
Less tangible, but no less remarkable, was my awareness of these reversals. My ability to have awareness and be mindful had returned after having been subtly diminished over those miserable few months.
All that remained of my symptom-rich ordeal was a faint numbness on my left shin still persisting. My droopy right foot slowly began to behave itself, incrementally mirroring its counterpart on the left. Elated at returning to a more gracious walking style, nevertheless cautiously I figured I could put up with clumpy shoes for a little while longer before breaking out my strappy heels.
My eagerness to return to fashionable shoes gave me pause for a moment, acknowledging the vanity behind that desire. As I reflected upon the physical changes over the prior few months, and the impermanence demonstrated, I was amazed at how I’d taken my body for granted throughout my life.
Much as I delighted in this latest turn of events that moved me closer to being symptom free, I pick up on a creeping sense of feeling vaguely disconcerted, encroaching upon the inner core of relief and joy that developed.
Starting off in a mild way, a growing sense of disturbance was speedily rising full steam ahead through to a depressing burst of insight. If the multiple symptoms had pretty much dissipated within the space of a weekend, and the only obvious change over those two days being the absence of carbohydrates, it’s difficult not to draw a positive correlation between these facts.
Eating carbs results in nasty symptoms; don’t eat carbs, nasty symptoms dissipate.
As I connected up the dots, my sense of elation flipped into disappointment, as it slowly dawned on me that my symptoms were related to my favorite food group.This is an emerging truth I tried to resist.
Instead, I recalled again the words uttered by my doctor. I replayed them over and over internally, clinging for comfort to her intimation that I won’t have to say no to all carbohydrates forever.
That was my interpretation of her comments based upon my recollection of what she’d said. Watching my mind try to pick and choose its way through the facts, I felt in a birds-eye position to marvel at the way it innately pushed away from the unpleasant, and clung to the pleasant.
At this point, I felt universally connected to all human beings everywhere, since this is the quintessential human experience of how the psyche naturally clings to what’s pleasant and recoils from what’s unpleasant. The third option, neutral, is usually passed over without registering.
I softly murmured to myself, cheerleader-style, “This carb-free period is just for this weekend before the fasting blood glucose test”. I clung to this recollection knowing that it was a delusion, yet derived comfort from it.
And I needed all the comfort I could find. The proverbial carpet of carbohydrates was pulled out from under me. I could barely entertain the idea of going forward avoiding all carbs. The massive paradigm shift that it inferred left me reeling.
Yet, the remarkable disappearance of such disquieting symptoms, over the course of one weekend, which can only be attributed to an absence of carbohydrates, was irrefutable.
Commit to reading nutritional labels on packaged food. I arbitrarily decided initially that 10 carbs per serving was my cutoff point.
Remember to subtract the grams of fiber to ascertain the actual amount of carbs.
Everything changes, impermanence…this too will pass!
Accept what is happening in just this one moment.