I have returned to a stricter diet and exercise routine for Master Tyrone. I had been lax. Coupled with the weekends in April and July I spent with Master Michael, eating out two meals a day, fourth of July, my great-nephew’s birthday in August, and Labor Day holiday, eating hamburgers, chips, hot dogs, and birthday cake and ice cream, I blew my normal healthy eating habits for months.
On top of that, once every twelve weeks, I get hormone replacement therapy. Pellet insertion that doesn’t allow me to exercise more than light walking for at least a week, and depending on how my body reacts, more often it’s two weeks.
For days afterward, I’m not inclined to get up and out from behind my computer every hour for ten minutes and move like I normally do. And it’s more difficult to get back into using my weights, getting on the elliptical machine, aerobic dancing, or walking around the lake near my house. Yes, I am basically a couch potato. That’s the way I grew up. I played outside as a child, but the older I got, I preferred reading books.
Temperatures soared near 100 degrees half of this summer. It was too hot to move. And all I want to do is sit in a creek beneath shade trees. Maybe enjoy a few moments of lazy swimming. Sadly, we don’t have a creek nearby to do that. I do not enjoy exercising. And the last four months, my knees, hips, and shoulders ached horribly just moving let alone when I exercised.
The few blips in my diet weren’t the issue. Normally, I’d eat whatever I wanted during those special times, then easily go back to a low carb diet. It hasn’t been that easy this year. Last October, my hormones were out of balance after waiting an extra three weeks to get my pellets inserted. It triggered a yeast infection that I didn’t discover until January. I hadn’t experienced any of the regular symptoms. It was silent, hiding. By the time I did, it had become systemic, affecting my entire body.
Medication didn’t work. I got back on all my old Candida supplements. They didn’t work. I found a new herbal blend. It lowered the problem, but not enough on its own.
It’s difficult after six years of sticking to eating only meat and salads during the week, limiting bread to two pieces a week, no potatoes, pasta, or rice, to go without all the time. I’m tired mentally no matter how good I feel. Before the yeast problem, I could eat a hamburger or pizza or steak and a baked potato, then go back to my routine. And I want to do that again, sparingly like in the past. But I craved sugary foods, or foods with yeast and bread that turns into sugar in the body all the time, and couldn’t stop eating them.
My body got to the point, though that it couldn’t flush out the impurities from all the carbs turning into sugar in my bloodstream. I held fluids in my hands and feet, my stomach was bloated. I had to hold onto the desk to stand, and couldn’t move for long seconds because of how stiff my joints were. I waddled to the bathroom or kitchen because of the knee and hip joint pain. And I pulled myself along the railing just to be able to make it to my bedroom upstairs at night. Worst of all, I lost sleep. Waking in the middle of the night with joint pain, shoulders aching, night sweats, and it took hours to go back to sleep only for it to be too light to get refreshed for the next day.
While I hadn’t gained more than five pounds back, I felt old and sick. I hated that feeling more every day.
I’d like to say it was solely my desire to obey Master Tyrone, to give him what he wanted that pushed me back into sticking to no carbs for the last ten days.
It wasn’t.
I spoke with Master Tyrone, let him know my plans. He was on board. He asks me what I ate and have I exercised. He tells me he has a goal weight in mind. He has two main reasons. For me to be healthy and in shape. The other is he has a body type. I get it. And honestly, my normal weight is his body type.
But we met when I weighed nearly a hundred pounds more than I do now. He loved my curves, my more than a handful of breasts, and phat ass. But he saw that amount of weight on me was too much to be healthy.
All that fat cushioned me better when he caned me, though. That’s the only time I miss the weight. Lol.
A huge factor in restricting my carbs to the point I have was to get rid of the pain, the brain fog, and flushing out the yeast in my body and bloodstream from eating sugar and too many carbs all around.
I feel so much better, though I miss bread. I have switched to only using raw honey as a sweetener. It must be raw, and I prefer organic in order not to experience the blood sugar spikes I get after consuming something with regular sugar. I use the honey with fruit and or yogurt, macadamia nuts, and a tablespoon of organic low-lead cocoa powder. I’ve only had salads and chicken, pork, and beef and lamb burgers this week without the bread.
None of the issues I was experiencing the last four months have returned. This week, I know the number on the scale will be lower, which will make Master Tyrone happy.
Why is this an act of submission. I wouldn’t have stuck with diet and exercise for this many years if I didn’t have Master Tyrone. I need his support. I need to do this for someone else. Mainly, I need to be told and not given a choice.
The benefits are exceptional.
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