Day 9 – Saturday, January 2, 2016 – Wt: 269.8 – Blood Glucose 124 – 3.8 Lbs. lost – 74.8 pounds to go – no Ketosis
I think the above numbers answer the questions asked by well-meaning folks: “Can’t you cheat just a little?” “Do you really need to be on such a severe diet?”
A…no, I really can’t. Um, yeah – I think I do.
As I was not all that bad yesterday, I can only guess that there was a bit of a delay in the impact of New Year’s festivities, otherwise it is hard to explain the blood glucose number.
Also – if I was to tell people my doctor put me on a therapy that knocked up to 35 points off my fasting blood glucose in less than a week and has side effects of diminishing hunger as well as weight loss, though it comes with side effects that don’t allow me alcohol nor much in the way of carbs, would they bat an eye – especially if a pill was involved?
Actually, I think this is how every gimmicky infomercial diet works. Spin a carnival wheel and pick a substance – maybe something exotic. Put it in a bottle, call it ‘Fat Slasher’ or something like that, then instruct the rubes to take one pill a day and follow the meal plan enclosed with the pills.
The pill could be filled with sawdust – it’s not doing anything – it’s the meal plan – but that pill allows us to confuse cause and effect and make the hucksters peddling it wealthy.
What I ate
It should go without mentioning that I had coffee and cream not long after I woke. And a bit more early afternoon. I also had my psyllium, and around 2:30 I had 2 slices of American cheese and a single hot Italian sausage, cooked in it’s grease, and topped with the canned parm cheese.
Mid-afternoon I began to feel tired but not tired, a little cranky, and began having cravings for anything on my ‘prohibited items’ list. The cravings did not discriminate but jumped from item to item – all would be fine. I had the luxury to do so and went to bed, though I really did not sleep, but instead lie there with my eyes closed. They were bothering me and I had a slight headache.
I finally got up around 6:30 and I tested – yep – ketones.
I suppose it’s not unreasonable to think that since I had a massive craving just before first going into ketosis on day 3 (I think) that there might be some physiological effect that rises up to a psychological one during the transition from the body fueling itself from glucose to one fueled by ketones. Let’s face it: glucose is the body’s first choice. For a lot of people, it might be the better choice.
Then there’s those of us who believe that the backup fuel system – ketosis – is a better choice for whatever our reasons: diabetes control, weight loss, epilepsy, etc., and we don’t give our bodies what they prefer. It doesn’t mean it’s necessarily bad for them, but they still protest. Sometimes your body doesn’t know better – look at autoimmune diseases, for example, where the body attacks itself. Allergies are another example.
It is important to ‘listen to your body’, but that doesn’t mean you listen to EVERYTHING.
Sometimes your body is just being dumb.
I do realize that this conclusion brings with it great personal responsibility. *I* might be the dumb one in this – or any situation where I am ignoring what my body says.
But my body was telling me to go out and get some vodka – I can be reasonably sure in this instance I was NOT ignoring some deep wisdom – except perhaps: “I’ll get him drunk and THEN he’ll eat carbs.”
Instead, I ended up cooking some stuffed pork chops – all seasoned and stuffed from Trader Joe’s – and had a portion without the stuffing. After that I had maybe 5-6 slices of cheese in a wrapper of iceberg lettuce with mayo. Iceberg is much better at mimicking the utility of the missing bread by acting as a means to hold the thing.
I finished up with dessert – about 1/2 a 4 oz. container of cream fraise, then went to bed and read for a while. I remember looking at the time right before sleep – 11:30pm.