I ended Higher Realms Part III by saying “you can rewire yourself.” This is true. Let me give you a crystal-clear example.
In 2020 I lost 50 pounds and gave up alcohol. The keto diet changed my life. It could change the life of every overweight American, because the understanding and will necessary to execute ketosis in your body is not so daunting. The fact that every American doesn’t understand what I’m about to say testifies, among other testimonies, to the failure of American education and culture.
Essentially, our carbohydrate-rich American diet makes our bodies addicted to glucose derived from carbs to fuel our cells which execute all bodily functions. However, another fuel can power our cells. That fuel is ketones. Our body is loaded with ketones within stored body fat. We don’t burn our fat for ketones because our body has almost quite literally forgotten how to burn them as opposed to glucose derived from the addicting carbohydrate. Our body constantly creates the sensation of hunger because it’s constantly deprived of glucose. Thus, we eat far, far more than we need to.
But your body can still go into ketosis. You must deprive your body of carbs – of breads, pastas, sugars and beer – to a point where it is forced to remember how to burn ketones again, and it is capable of remembering! A book called Fat for Fuel by Dr. Joseph Mercola changed my life. It gave me the above knowledge – in addition to other knowledge like which foods to depend upon or avoid entirely – which, as per his recommendations, motivated me to buy $20 food scale from Wal-Mart and download a FREE app on my phone called chronometer. These two tools changed my life.
I weighed every morsel of food that went into my body, and logged that food in chronometer which counted my daily caloric intake and, more importantly, counted the amount of fats, proteins and carbs I was consuming. With these numbers I was motivated to manage my food intake precisely, and could stave off many temptations that I would have formerly regarded as “not a big deal” because I couldn’t see their true sums.
Did the keto diet require discipline? Sure. Of course Mr. Tummy pined for some lovin’. Of course he pined for pastries, pastas and beer. But he didn’t get them. Within a mere couple of days of acclimating my diet to the keto way, changes manifested. Literally, within a couple of days, I started going longer and longer in the mornings before my first bite of food. Then, when I did eat, I felt satiated easier, and went longer periods before my next bite. Whereas I had no idea what my caloric and carbohydrate consumptions were beforehand, I knew it was far, far less now. I knew I could keep this pattern up because I felt my body changing. I knew I could lose weight. Discipline would guarantee this.
It did. Now, what helped with resisting temptation to break with a low-carb and high-fat regiment, besides physiological changes causing increased satiation, was a vision of fitness and increased self-esteem that would improve the quality of life significantly. The momentary enjoyment of indulging in sugar, pasta, bread and beer I knew would be so fleeting, and not worth breaking the long-term enjoyment of changing my life. My joys were different now. In resetting my body I was also resetting my mind, as the two are really the same.
My energy levels skyrocketed. So did my testosterone levels. I woke up earlier. I was more physically and mentally active. I was more productive in all areas. There was no way in hell I would let beer and tortillas break this streak. No way.
Looking back, the most critical part of all this was weighing every single morsel of food I put into my body, and logging it on my chronometer app. I gave up eating out because I’d not be able to count my calorie and carbohydrate intakes. Sure, at times it was a pain to do this, but so what? It worked. My whole life changed, and I’ll never be the same. I’ll never go back to my carbohydrate-addicted state.
Again, it’s absolutely tragic that every single American doesn’t have this understanding of what ketosis is – especially the overweight ones. I know what it’s like to be obese. It’s horrible. Yes, you are killing yourself physically. You are also killing yourself emotionally. Your self-esteem is awful, and this opens the door to unimaginable levels of depression.
But there is hope. Goddammit there is.
This most basic element of our bodies should be taught to every single kid in American schools. Of course American education is so much trash, and this plays a critical role in making us addicted to the other trash elements of American culture.
And I feel fire coming…