And very nervous, as I joined about twenty minutes ago, and I don't have the slightest idea of what to say, exactly.
About three years ago, I learned that I had PCOS, and on my doctor's advice, I went on a low-carb diet. It worked really well, but as I refuse to live without fruit, I relaxed after about a year. Not to say that I go around inhaling entire orchards or anything, but I am doing my best to maintain and still eat strawberries.
The weight loss was dramatic, although not like some of the gals kicking around here, maybe thirty to fifty pounds. (I'm one of the anti-scale-ites, defender of freedom from evil, whizzing numbers.
) It changed my life, mostly for the better. I get cold easily, strange old men, including my dad, especially my dad, find it perfectly acceptable to discuss my weight, to my face, and in public, no less (You have no idea how many times he's told me that I look sick.)
I was always as pale as an albino rabbit, though, so that's stayed constant. I'm currently exploring vegetarianism, possibly kicking up to veganism when I learn more about nutrition and PCOS and such matters.
Really, I'm here to find a few others like me, normal gals, trying to be healthy at any and every size. I have a glorious, supportive husband who not only gave up most refined sugars and soda for me, he's even willing to try soy in large quantities. But I feel like my weight loss has isolated me from my loved ones and strangers, even myself. The reflection in the mirror is so different, you know? And not just because I'm making a funny face.