Steph, Jen, and I changed our eating habits back in March. We cut out white flour, and strictly limited sugar. I'd done this before and lost 30 pounds without effort - beside giving up yummy food, anyway. I wanted to lose some weight again, plus I remember how good I felt when I was eating better.
One of my motivators was fear. My family health history reads like a horror story and I wanted to do everything in my power to avoid such things as diabetes, heart disease, cancer, etc. My dad has diabetes and I've seen more medical crap than one should. I saw his failing eyesight, heart attacks, bypass surgery, hospital stays, dialysis, and a kidney transplant in a short two years and KNEW that IF such things could be avoided, I was gonna do just that.
As I mentioned, those 30 pounds came right off. I took about 3 months and I just felt SO good. I had way more energy, could think more clearly, my skin cleared up, and I required less sleep. Alas, I plateaued and found myself out of town (incidentally, for my dad's kidney transplant) - which makes it harder for me to stick to a diet and fell off the wagon. I gained it all back, plus some.
Anyway, we've been eating well and feeling great. We've all lost 15+ pounds (I've lost 19!) and we're motivated to stick to it. We felt we'd have more diet-stamina if we occasionally allowed ourselves to eat a treat, so we enjoyed a delicious fruit pizza on Mother's Day.
When you eliminate white flour for a period of time and then eat it again, you can clearly tell how much it affects you. I start acting like I'm drunk (well, what I assume I'd be if I drank) - not so much impaired judgement, but my obscenity filter vanishes and I slur. I swore a lot in traffic. Anyway... Steph got sick. My dad suggested that maybe her blood sugar was high and offered to test it for her.
Diabetes is this fear in the back of my mind. I always wonder and worry that my sugars will be high and then I get paranoid about a diagnosis, etc. I asked him to test mine as well. So far, so good. I was at 127 after eating dinner, 2 cookies, and a bunch of fruit.
So, I'm back on the wagon today. I actually missed eating well. I enjoy feeling well and knowing that I do have some control over that.