Thanks for the wave and for checking in, Yvonne! Certainly sounds as if you are busy with your keto candy-making factory. So delightful. And it's so good to step away from the computer when you can. Glad you're taking care of yourself in that way.
I agree with you that P3 really does feel quite doable long term for the most part--with those added worth-it treats on the weekend or whenever. To get to that place where life no longer feels like a diet, there's no restriction or deprivation, and weight also remains stable, well, that is the ultimate goal, isn't it? As you note, the trick now is to keep it that way. And I also think you're correct in that continuing to use the scale is a major part of that long-term equation.
As for potatoes, last round they were the thing I dreamed about and missed the most, now I can take or leave them. In fairness, I have nibbled on potato chips twice during P3 (naughty-naughty), but we're talking literally about 10 chips total. There really is something, I think, to an increased desire for the forbidden. At least with some things for me.
I've put together an Easter dinner menu I'm quite excited about: grilled butterflied leg of lamb with rosemary and garlic, mushroom-parmesan cauliflower rice risotto, grilled asparagus, and a keto lemon pound cake plus some low-sugar wine. I'll technically be out of P3 at that point, but I'm just veering in the direction of ketoish pretty much at all times. It really does feel like the way forward.
And I'm continuing to experiment with IF, even thought I'd do a longer, full-day fast yesterday, but I wasn't feeling it in the end. Got hungry at 5 p.m. and made air-fried chicken wings. My problem with fasting is when I get overly hungry, like yesterday, and then find it very difficult not to eat past satisfaction. Partly because I'm so ravenous it's difficult to slow down and pay attention to those satiety cues. Before I know it I'm stuffed--and it's a little bit satisfying after having felt practically starved. So, that's something to work on for sure. But I really do love the ease of one meal a day at least some of the time (I'm thinking M-W-F) and then two meals a day the rest of the time except maybe Sundays when I don't have a morning yoga class planned--or anything else--and may want to do breakfast. That would be a lovely treat.
But I'm back to really wanting to focus again on hunger and satiety, practicing restraint and reverence appropriately. This is the way forward. And I think it's just going to take a little bit of time to settle in to what works. In many ways this process requires several identity shifts: from the girl who eats like a man (to quote my old granny, may she RIP) to someone who practices restraint and reverence with food; and from the chubby girl to just another thin, fit girl. And by girl, I most definitely mean woman.
But both those shifts are pretty enormous. I'm kind of famous among family and friends for my appetites for all things--it's part of my joie de vivre. How will I now behave with beloveds and express my joie de vivre and love of freedom without making food and drink a major part of it? Can I be more normal with food, keep my commitment to myself without being a downer who always says "NO"?
And I experienced a bit of grief the other day when a friend sent me a pic from my visit to see him three years ago. I was feeling like I looked pretty good at the time, and what I noticed is how heavy I was compared to now. I always thought I carried weight well and hid my fatness successfully--and to some extent I did; however, fortyish pounds down I realize that my frame is a lot smaller than I realized, and I carried too much weight for a very long time. I'm feeling some grief about that--about having lived my life fat and struggling with it. I think the antidote to that now is to continue the experiment of finding a way that now no longer fat to remain that way and to also lay down the struggle. Because I'm the one who creates it. Which means I'm the only one who can choose to create a different way.
I've made good progress on sorting through my closets and drawers to get rid of my outsized clothes. This feels like a major step. To trust that I'll keep off this weight. To create the conditions in which I really must keep off this weight if I'm not to require buying another new wardrobe. I'm actually looking forward to having fewer clothes and am aiming to not overstuff my closet and drawers. I'm noticing some important metaphors and symbols here. Overmuch. Overstuffed. More than I need. Doing my best to work with finding the middle way. Just enough. And discovering the pleasure, the joy, in that.