Getting Real with Tammy Torres

Have you ever thought when losing weight, you could lose some in your mind? It’s not as bad as it sounds. When my weight started to shed so did the mental-weight mind games I’ve played over the years with within myself.

I started noticing a newfound confidence. The “smarticles” I had working with others in the mental health field, I started seeing in myself. My mouth opened – not to eat food, but to share ideas, feelings, and emotions. My mind eliminated some of my internal demons weighing on me.

I hid behind my fat wall and food, emotional eating when I was mad, sad, glad, or bad.  What did I turn to when I didn’t have food comfort? Beating myself up inside and out! Actually, I turned to addiction. Addiction was an escape. Quick fixes were more detrimental to myself, damaging and creating someone who compromised all that was good for a feel-good moment!

Repairing my mind.

My mental and psychological damage needed repaired as badly as my body did. I thought about food 24/7 – how to eat, when to eat, what to eat. I analyzed everything I put in my mouth. I collected data for my “Stupid Simple Keto” app. You named it, I looked it up.

Why do we overcomplicate things as humans? Are we so stupid we can’t keep life simple?

When I started this journey, I thought it would be simple to follow Keto, but it wasn’t! Reading articles daily, my head spinning with information, I could follow Keto to a “T” – but with my metabolic syndrome, no gall bladder, and IBS-C, I had to learn to balance what made me feel my best over what the critics said. I live in this body, they don’t!

We are a rat race running in a society of chaos made to believe we have to live like the “Jones” (I can say that because I come from a line of Jones).  Sure, eating a low-carb, low fat, no sugar lifestyle caused boredom, but it helped me to quiet my mind, letting me focus on more important issues and clearing the squatters/renters out of my head.

My mind started to heal.

Standing up to evil situations, where people hurt or abused me, started to escape my body’s pores. I didn’t feel fragile anymore. I fought, debated, and shared my opinion.

It’s amazing how difficult it is for us to talk or share the hurts weighing on our minds. Scars on the outside, we can talk about those. But I don’t want just a healthy body  – I want a weightless mind. I just didn’t realize how closely related the two were.