The final Super...

I'm pretty honest to myself. I knew it would take some time for me to build up to changing my life in such a drastic way for me. Give up carbs? Serious? Me?

My parents tell a story of when I was a little girl and going out to dinner. The name of this historic place in Corpus Christi, Texas was Andy's Kitchen. My parents took me there the third week I existed in the world. Anyway, as a toddler I would always want a hamburger steak. The owner at the time would give all the kiddos a lollipop if they finished enough of there food. Never cared about the lollipop. My parents bribed me with the delicious home made bread. If I ate all of my hamburger steak I could have a piece. It became part of my existence in the eating world. Bread with every meal. But my parents had to promise me that I could have it at the end. Much like desserts for most people, I would pack the bread in on top of my very full belly because I wanted it. I loved it!
So the thought of giving that sort of eating habit up is difficult.
I'm not a smoker or a drinker or a candlestick maker. My vice is carbohydrates. And they, much like many vices in life, are killing me!