Remember a few years ago, when the El Nino weather system came through, and authorities blamed it for everything from hurricanes to coffee prices to Oscar nominations?
A similar phenomenon occurs when one is
wickedly cruel motivated enough to decide that a low-carb lifestyle is the right choice for her family. They warn you about the fatigue and the moodiness that occurs as you go through the first couple of weeks of "carb de-tox". They do not warn you that you feel so lousy you develop a persecution complex that makes you blame everything–even irrational things–on the lack of energy-giving carbs coursing through your system.
"Oh, Honey, I’m so sorry that I just bit your head off (and chewed it up and spit it back out). This lack of carbs has me a little irritable…"
"My throat really hurts. Must be the de-tox."
"Hmmm, I thought that skirt was on sale. I bet when I re-introduce whole grains to my diet the price will come back down."
"Iran is developing a nuclear weapon? Probably wouldn’t be happening if I could eat rice."
I am hoping that this ridiculous wave of self-pity accounts for the massive case of blog-fatigue that I’ve suffered lately. Frankly, I feel about posting the same way I feel about eating a plate of eggs: IF I EVER HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN I WILL PUT MY HEAD THROUGH A WALL. Maybe it’s carb-related, maybe it’s just good old-fashioned burnout; either way, something’s gotta give.
I’m going to take a few days off and try to gather my thoughts. Or un-gather them, as the case may be.
Y’all be good. I’ll be back before you can say "glycemic index".