The very word diet is enough to put some folk into a state of depression that is hard to shake off.  Not everybody can just look at their diet and adjust it to be healthier – their emotional tie to food is overwhelming.  I have found with many of my pals that they just cannot change from needing that carbohydrate heavy breakfast – generally cereal with tea, followed by a round of toast and marmalade.   I used to be one for whizzing downstairs as soon as I had done my morning get-up routine of exercise, shower, dress and make face presentable.   I couldn’t wait to be at my tub of giant porride oats.  Over the years my small 30gm portion gradually grew and grew. I hadn’t noticed quite how much more I was shovelling into the bowl.  I should have done as the amount of milk needed to turn it into my fave consistency also rose by a substanial amount!  I was also dreadfully lax with things like potato salad, particularly the tubs of ready made from the supermarket.  I used to be hopelessly lacking in self discipline, no such thing as eating one sweetie if there was a backful still available.  They’d be polished off by the evening.

Since my younger family members persuaded me to adopt a low carb regime, to reduce my cholesterol level, to bring my blood pressure down and to lose weight to ease joint pain, I have seen immense improvements in all those areas and particularly that self discipline.  My particular form of low carb is not too zealous but achievable without stopping me from enjoying the odd treat day.