The other night my husband and I were discussing what dramatic changes have taken place over the course of our marriage; he saw some of my struggles up close, and of course he's been somewhat participating in all the low carbing I've been doing.

Without my consistent efforts to understand how low carb works for me, my imagination painted a picture of how I'd look and feel now: over 200 pounds, probably at my highest weight ever due to aging and further metabolic damage. Blood pressure high; I'd be on pills. Probably getting lectured about my creeping blood sugar. LOTS of arthritis pain in my hands; more pills. And, I'm sure, feeling like freeze-dried crap all the time.

I know I would sit there and stare at 90% of doctors who would be telling me it's all because I'm overweight, and I should cut my fat and exercise more.

Because the tests they'd run would look "normal."