I stood stooped over my kitchen sink last week, squeezing out water from riced cauliflower and wondering what in the world I was doing, trying to make pizza dough out of a vegetable. Ultimately, it turned out OK, although nothing like what pizza should taste like, but more of a flimsy, rubbery impostor that can be edible if you put enough sauce, cheese and other toppings on top. I’m only a week into a very low-carb “Keto” diet, and I’m starting to feel like I know what drug addicts must feel like, only I’m craving sweets instead. It got so bad that I recently scrounged the aisles of the drugstore, trying to get “sugar-free” candy, only to find out that “sugar-free” doesn’t necessarily mean carb-free. After my frustration built while scanning the nutrition facts on countless packs of snacks, I ended up leaving with a pack of sugar-free gum. I’m not someone who jumps from fad diet to fad diet. But after five pregnancies in six years — including two miscarriages and three births — and after the baby weight (and then some) from my 3-year-old still hasn’t gone away, I felt something needed to be done. There have been times where my youngest child called me “squishy.” It was earlier this year that my 9-year-old told me that she saw a commercial on TV for “food that makes you skinny” and maybe I might want to buy some. And then, recently, while trying to find a strapless bra to go with a dress I wore to a gala, I found the corset stuffed in a dresser drawer, the one I wore on my wedding day. It was tiny. My husband walked into the room and picked it up. “Whose is this?” he asked. Yes, I knew that something needed to be done and I knew that this would be the year. So I started working out in April, doing cardio exercises between three to five times a week. While that made a little bit of difference, it didn’t make much. I counted my calories daily, which also helped a little, but the weight didn’t come off the way it always did when I dieted before — in college, in grad school, or in between having each of my kids. Perhaps it’s my age, perhaps it’s a changing metabolism, or perhaps my body has just given up. While I normally live and breath by carbs — I’m a meat and potatoes girl who craves sweets at times — I finally decided to give them up and a very low-carb diet after my doctor recently suggested it, along with working out. Will it work? I have no idea. But I know I’m not alone. About 61 percent of new moms say they expect to be back down to their pre-pregnancy weight by their baby’s first birthday, but nearly 60 percent of moms with children age 1- to 2-years-old are still carrying at least a few extra pounds, according to a Babycenter.com poll of 7,000 women with children age 4-years-old or younger. But one-fifth of moms with newborns polled said they had already lost their baby weight. How I wish I could have been one of those moms. But there are others who struggle, too, post-baby. It just seems that more moms are losing the baby weight than they used to. In 2008, 37 percent of moms with 2- to 3-year-olds said they had hung on to 10-plus pounds of their pregnancy weight, according to Babycenter.com. This year, that number has fallen to 22 percent. All I know is that I have to at least try. — Lydia Seabol Avant writes The Mom Stop for The Tuscaloosa News in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Reach her at lydia.seabolavant@tuscaloosanews.com.