In thinking about the story of my weight and health, I suddenly realize that this kind of eating is something that I have never done before.
My family was put on a low-fat diet when I was still in middle school. I remember Healthy Choice lunch meats, Skinny Cow ice cream, vegetarian sloppy joes, and so forth. By the time I headed off to college, I was deeply steeped in the lipid hypothesis paradigm. I was also overweight, unhappy, and constantly battling cravings. Then, a few years later, one of my family members was put on a low carb, moderate fat, high protein regimen. It seemed to work well enough and I tried it too (though I was probably restricting fat as well at the time). My weight did go down to the lowest that it ever was in my adult life, but I still experienced cravings and was prone to acne, which had not been a problem before. Then after only a year or two, the low carb family member had to abandon the diet because blood work revealed kidney damage. I felt so confused and angry that I swore off low carb altogether as fundamentally unhealthy and dangerous. Then came a period of searching, followed by the vegan phase.
So, in the past 15 years that I can remember, I have never eaten a diet rich in fat of any kind, let alone healthy fats. The sensation of satiety that I experienced was so novel that it alone, in and of itself, opened me up to a paradigm shift.
Today is day 1. I am at peace with giving up grains because I have noticed for perhaps a year or more that my whole body feels and looks puffy when I eat them. I am not going to be too concerned about calories until I get fat-adapted. My goal for the next three weeks is just to stay under 100g of starches per day and let my body build up what it needs to live on fat.