the state of having inconsistent thoughts, beliefs, or attitudes, especially as relating to behavioural decisions and attitude change
Behaving like a pigheaded mule with my head firmly stuck in the sand.
When doc told me I had type 1, he gave me an end goal: avoid all complications. The path: keep your sugars under control. The details: umm, you decide.
I embraced the promise offered by LCHF. I swallowed it hook, line and sinker. Like the pigs in ‘Animal Farm’, I divided the world into good and evil. Fat is good, carbs are evil. I became a devotee of Bernstein, Runyan, Rosedale, Hallberg, Ellen Davis, Diet Doctor, Hyman and others.
Because eating fat as a main course, (and entree and dessert), is so countercultural, LCHF comes with it’s own ethics and boundaries . Elevated cholesterol is good, dietary fibre is bad, saturated fat is great, plant based foods other than some green vegies are to be avoided, and dead animals are the bee’s knees (the line is drawn at honey). Carnivores are in, Big Ag and Big Pharma are out. And dietitians. We are the righteous. Evolution prepared us for this wonderful way of eating, I should say way of life.
It didn’t work for me.
Yes, blood sugars were great. No, reality kept shoving these pesky dissonants under my nose. Increasing cholesterol, increasing blood pressure, increasing weight, increasing lethargy, increasing insulin usage. I could never understand why I needed to inject 24-30 units of insulin to cover 30 grams of carbs. Two units should have been ample.
I ignored the dissonants. I didn’t cognate, I believed.
It’s a real trap, not only in diabetes management, but also in broader life.
The river at the end of our street, like all rivers in tropical Australia, is dotted with signs like the one pictured above. The message is clear. Just left of frame half a dozen aboriginal children were splashing about in the shallows.
Achtung! Cognitive dissonance.