Keto: What the heck is it?

This post follows on from: It’s Not About Weight.



So, what exactly is Keto? I have had this question asked of me many times since I started sharing Hubby’s and my journey. Well, let’s begin with a nursery rhyme:

Jack Sprat could eat no fat
His wife could eat no lean
And so betwixt the two of them
They licked the platter clean

The problem with this nursery rhyme is the illustrations show Jack as a skinny fellow and Mrs. Sprat as obese. This is what we all grew up with and this is what society tells us is our fate if we go the way of dear Mrs. Sprat.

Except it turns out that fat doesn’t make us, well, fat, sugar does. By eliminating most, or for some people all, fat from our diet we are doing our bodies a huge disservice.

Well, I don’t eat dessert, Eliza. 

Me, neither. In fact, I drink my coffee black, never drink pop, never eat processed out of a box food and rarely drink alcohol. And yet, since entering into full blown perimenopause, I was getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

From what? Carbs, my friends. Over my almost 55 years of life, my body has been using glucose (aka sugar) from carbohydrates as fuel, but my aging (gak!) body can’t keep up and that glucose is being shoved out into fat cells. Not to mention all the other horrible symptoms I list in my Not About Weight post.

The Keto Diet trains your body to use fat as a fuel source instead of glucose. In the absence of glucose, the liver turns fatty acids into ketones which become the body’s fuel source. This is a perfectly healthy way to provide fuel to your body. In fact, it has been used for over a hundred years to diminish epileptic seizures.

What does this mean in terms of food? It means eating a heck of a lot more healthy fats, moderate protein, and low carbohydrates mainly in the form of green veggies. I will expand upon this in future posts, but this is the gist of it.

I suspect that our plump Mrs. Sprat was eating fat AND carbohydrates. And Mr. Sprat? Just because he was a skinny little fellow does not necessarily mean he was healthy.


~ Eliza



Too Something

This follows on my post Family Rules.


My parents’ thoughts and comments on body size, shape and consistency were not always about themselves.


If I gained any amount of weight, both my parents would comment on it. “Oh, I see you have put on some weight.” My mother was also fixated on my hair. It was too short, too long, too curly, too straight.

She was also very vocal about other people being ‘too something’ in terms of their bodies. Intellectually, I knew this was her poor body image coming through as projection. Emotionally, it stung when it was directed at me and exasperated me when others.

~ Eliza

Family Rules

This follows on my post You Are So Tiny.



I picked up body image rules from both my parents.

My dad could fit into suits he wore in his twenties. He weighed himself every day. If he gained a couple of pounds, he took action. “I am not eating butter today.” Code for “I have put on weight”.

My mother always bemoaned her pot belly and at age 60 had breast reduction surgery. When she died, I found a log in which she captured her weight. Hundreds of entries that never fluctuated more than 5 pounds one way or the other.

Family Rule: meat on your bones is bad.

~ Eliza