Day 2: Wednesday, April 2, 2014 – 223.4
Small 2 lb. drop. Given I felt I ate a lot the night before I was slightly surprised.
38.5 pound to go to reach my September 1 goal of 185.
The morning was my typical coffee and cream as well as coconut oil and cream a bit later.
My first meal of the day (aside from caffeine and pure fat) was some of the lovely Applegate American cheese and a mini brie. I also ate fruit – an avocado.
I’m feeling that ‘weird’ feeling that means the onset of ketosis. It shouldn’t be hard – I haven’t been exactly binging on carbs for a good part of the previous month. My carb intake might have been higher than I’d have liked bit it was probably less than half of the average person’s already.
As is usual during the ketosis conversion, my head is clear and I feel OK – just weird.
If I was in ketosis, though, it was only light ketosis. Not what I expected.
I finished up that tiny bit of chicken / bacon / sour cream combo from the night before, then made a tuna salad with scallions. I put in what amounted to 3 tablespoons of mayonnaise but it seemed a bit dry, so I tried adding a bit of sour cream – my thinking here is the sour cream is a better choice than another 3 tablespoons of mayonnaise – and perhaps it will add the creaminess without eliminating the flavor notes of the mayonnaise. I also added about 4 shakes of Worcestershire sauce.
It came out good. I’ve come to find that Worcestershire sauce works well for more than a steak.
I ate this on pork rinds and left it unfinished – again, trying to get into the habit of not eating to the container. I washed this down with the ‘comfort food’ flavor of almond milk sweetened with EZ-Sweetz.
I went to bed early as the wife was studying there and my younger daughter was doing her homework in bed with her. My wife was watching some concert on Youtube – I don’t share the same musical tastes as my wife usually. As of late I’ve been listening to Caravan Palace (I love the cartoon on this one):
She was watching Chris Botti with the Boston Pops. I usually tune out whatever she’s listening to, but this particular concert was unique: a symphony orchestra backing up a jazz ensemble, with appearnaces by Yoyo Mah, Sting, Steven Tyler, and John Mayer, among others. That’s not your usual lineup. The music was eclectic and unexpected – and the musicians truly looked like they were enjoying themselves.
I had no idea who Chris Botti was before this – I want to check him out further after seeing the concert.
I’m reading Do you Believe in Magic? (http://amzn.com/0062222961) which details nicely my concerns with supplements and how we have come to a place where entirely unregulated pills can make whatever wild claims they want and get away with it. As with most things I read in this area, the book is not without its own biases, but the information is interesting.
For example:
On October 10, 2011, researchers from the University of Minnesota found that women who took supplemental multivitamins died at rates higher than those who didn’t . Two days later, researchers from the Cleveland Clinic found that men who took vitamin E had an increased risk of prostate cancer. “It’s been a tough week for vitamins,” said Carrie Gann of ABC News.
These findings weren’t new . Seven previous studies had already shown that vitamins increased the risk of cancer and heart disease and shortened lives. Still, in 2012, more than half of all Americans took some form of vitamin supplements.
Offit M.D., Paul A. (2013-06-18). Do You Believe in Magic?: The Sense and Nonsense of Alternative Medicine (Kindle Locations 613-616). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.
I have a funny feeling that some of you are feeling a distancing from me as I quote the above. Most people love their vitamins and herbal supplements.
My choice in music might also distance you. When I add details like this that don’t jibe with your preferences it prevents you from projecting things onto me that, since I typically leave them out, you can be free to assume.
“Let’s see – this guy listens to Chris Botti and Caravan Palace – and he thinks supplements are dangerous – I’m outta here!”
Oh well – unlike most bloggers, I’m not trying to get the most hits – this is an experiment in authenticity in a world of posers and I want to see where that takes me.
The concert completed with the book as I stopped to watch some amazing performances.
In bed, reading and watching the concert, I finished off the evening with a few squares of the Lindt 85% Dark Chocolate and a Fage Yogurt with EZ-Sweetz. I was up a bit later than usual reading after the concert was over, then quickly fell asleep.
Another giant rabbit-shaped sugar cookie appeared on my bed stand – my younger daughter snacking on it as she did her homework between Mom and Dad. I almost reach for it a number of times when going for my iPhone.
Sugar cookies are following me.
Low Carb Confidential 
I’m going to blame my falling off the Induction wagon on Billy Joel…Only the Good Die Young he says and I believe that. I enjoyed Cleveland and all the food/beverages that goes along with spending the 70 degree day in Cleveland anticipating front row seats for Billy Joel at 9pm. I’m starting induction again on Saturday. Billy was worth it. 😉
You’re Only Human
I talk to so many people during the week, who are terrified of getting sick and dying. They eat a certain bread, the don’t eat a list of things, they drink a specific tea, they mix potions, wear crystals and live in terror.
My mother sprayed everything with poisons (the garden, the house, the lawn) when I was a child but gave us a morning dose of cod liver oil with an orange juice chaser every morning. I can not drink orange juice to this day.
The city (of Cleveland) sprayed our street with a big hose to get rid of mosquitos (we were outside). We had to let the water from the tap settle in the glass before drinking the clear stuff at the top. I should be dead. Instead. I never get the flu or a cold. Never. I look MUCH younger than my age.
I am a science experiment. I have met other people from the same area where I grew up. They never get sick either. Weird.
My dad used to have industrial strength chlordane – a termite killer taken off the market because it almost never degrades – and spray it every year on the wood in the garage – and more always meant better. At the first sign of a cold in the house, out would come the Lysol and he would practically spray it in our faces – we would choke from the fumes. Got waste oil from changing the oil in the car? Pour it on the ground behind the garage. Mercury thermometer broke? Play with the mercury!
Different times.
I remember sitting at the kitchen table (where we prepped our food and ate it) playing with mercury from a few broken thermometers. We rolled it, crushed it, passed it around. Knowing us–I’m sure we had a snack with unwashed fingers during or just after.and the house was painted every other year with white lead oxide.