Where *Does* the Fat Go?

Where Does the Fat Go?

8-13-11

                I have done the diet before, though not quite as strict as I am doing it this time. Last incarnation of the diet (or, as I was calling it because I couldn’t handle it at the time, the “D” word) I was not counting calories. I was only counting carbs. This did work for a while. I started shedding pounds at the rate of about half a pound a day, then at day fifty, I hit the plateau. I dropped about five more pounds before I made the decision to go off of my diet, but I made no more progress for the few months before that.

               

                One thing I definitely remember from the diet, though, is where and how I lose the fat. I don’t have a gall bladder anymore (though, maybe I should have kept it and gone on the no fat diet that would have kept me from having so much pain that I wanted to kill myself, but too fucking late now… at least for the organ), and while my body still does produce the bile that I need to help me process fat thanks to my liver, it seems that my liver *still* does not know how to do that part of its job. So, every so often, if I wait to eat too long, and my body starts eating itself because it’s a glutton, or perhaps if I eat too much cheese or something, the liver will squirt out a ton of bile to flush the system, and boy howdy, does it flush the system!

                Where does the fat go? Well, I could go into graphic detail about the painful, debilitating, IQ dropping bowel movements I have (or at least, even more detail than that), but I will spare you. I can still pack on the pounds, mainly through carbohydrates, but I don’t process fat correctly. So, once my body starts eating the fat it goes right out, except for a small bit of processing where I get to experience old hormones from the teenage era (and other eras too). I said I don’t process it well, not that I don’t process it. Luckily, the rest gets flushed right out to get flushed right down.

                I have to remember to take my fiber (awesome stuff!) and everything will be okay. I hope. Why yes, I did write this after flushing down some fat. I am glad that you caught that, and if you didn’t, I just smacked you with it. I know, I am intensely considerate.