Fuck. I knew, in the back of my mind, exactly what my doctor was going to tell me. You might remember, that at the beginning of May I was experiencing some pretty intense hormonal issues. I made an appointment with my gynecologist, went, and left with the same instructions I had been given almost two years prior. Since the low-carb lifestyle helped me before, it made the most sense for me to try it again this time. The other option was medication, medication that is also given to people with type two diabetes. Fuck.
I spent the following month grappling with what I had been told – kinda trying to eat healthy, but really procrastinating on making the leap. And then I started doing some research, for the second time. Let’s get nerdy: carbohydrates turn into glucose in your body, high levels of glucose promote the production of insulin which stores the glycogen to be later used for energy. When you limit the carbohydrates going into your body, you start to burn off the glycogen that is already stored and then your body turns to the fat next. Essentially, eating a low-carb diet is the epitome of using food for fuel.Did you know carbs increase your estrogen levels? Nope, me either. Funny how that works.
So, about a month after meeting with my doctor, I went grocery shopping and dropped my carbohydrate intake dramatically. To give you perspective – I’m an eater (shocking, I know). I love food, I have an unhealthy relationship with food, and some days feel like a bottomless pit that is never satisfied. My new daily carbohydrate threshold is 180 grams, which is more realistic than the last time I attempted a low-carb lifestyle, where I was topping out at 100 grams a day. Even MyFitnessPal was giving me warnings that I wasn’t eating enough and they wouldn’t “reward” my behavior by giving me daily stats on my nutrition. Friday was considered Day One of low-carb – I missed the bread on my Jimmy Johns sub the most! Day Two I experienced a little withdrawal, also known as “The Low Carb Flu” according to the good people at the internet. Fatigue, fogginess, migraine-like headaches, nausea, and general moodiness took over my day. Day three was better, especially since I had nowhere to be other than my bed watching TV with the dogs.
It will take time to see if my PCOS symptoms will decrease due to this switch, but, previously, I felt better within a month, physically, mentally, and just better overall. The first week is the hardest, but I’m ready to keep pushing forward and finally take responsibility for my health and own my PCOS. I can’t deny it anymore – it’s a part of me and now it’s my time to help my body function.
Fuck. (That one was just for good measure)