I might as well start at the beginning. Which was only a few months ago. The day I changed my way of eating forever. Or, as I like to refer to it, the day my eyes opened. The day of my epiphany. My 'a-ha' moment, as Oprah would say. I was introduced to the world of low-carb eating, and it forever changed me.
I'd heard (or read) rumblings about this documentary called "Fat Head" and how it challenged conventional wisdom on low fat and healthy eating. Or I should say, "healthy" eating. I had it in my Netflix queue forever, but hadn't watched it, until one night, my husband was working late, and I figured I'd give it a go. I literally sat there with my jaw on the floor the entire time. Fat was not the enemy. Carbohydrates were. Notions I'd heard about for years, but never really paid attention to. Until the 'here's why' was paraded in front of me so clear and so sensibly that I could not ignore it. Not if I still wanted to consider myself intelligent. So I didn't ignore it. In fact, the very next night, I sat my husband down and watched it again, this time with him. He had the same reaction, and then gave me marching orders: Throw all that crap out.
By crap, he meant the bulk of my pantry cabinets. The pasta, rice, processed stuff we'd been living on FOREVER.
So, being the dutiful wife I am, I did. Then I took this picture and texted it to him with the caption, "Now what??"
