Diet Fail 2019 – Day 7: I’ve Reached the City Limits

My day started at 6am when I made coffee for the missus and I. Of course I had cream. I weighed myself but don’t remember the number. It was lower than when I started but nothing impressive enough to note. As it was a workday, I worked. I drank about a pot of coffee with cream and only ate around 5pm. I seem to have fallen into a One Meal A Day (OMAD) pattern unintentionally. Some people do this intentionally, some think it’s crazy.

Actually, it’s crazy to see the different keto communities fiercely sweat the details while anyone from the outside world think we’re ALL crazy. I spent some time on the Facebook keto groups and their differences were staggering – at least to me. Dirty keto vs. clean keto. Fat bombs are the dope vs. fat bombs are *for* dopes. 16:8 fasts vs. 20:4 fasts vs. fasting for a week – or a month. I had to give them up as – and you gotta admit it – us keto people can be grumpy at times. Getting all those grumpy newbies asking the *same* questions over and over to the grumpy admins pretty much made me wonder why I was there.

Add to that the fact that some of these groups were about as laid back as Catholic School Nuns. That’s not to say that there were some groups that were pretty chill, but on the whole, I thought I could do better elsewhere if I’m looking for information.

I gave all that up some time ago.

Anywho, by the end of work I was in a sour mood. I ate roast beef and butter, and 2 hot dogs on a slice of goat cheese.

That gave me the following breakdown:

Calories: 1199
Protein: 41 grams
Net Carbs: 4 grams
Fat: 114 grams

Unusual for me, after eating I felt the urge to finish up some unwashed dishes, scrub stains out of the sink, take out the garbage, then put the cans out at the curb – and even prep the coffee maker for tomorrow. I suppose you could say that I am exhibiting the signs of increased energy even though I don’t feel energetic at all.

Oh yeah – checked my ketones at 7pm and they were 2.3. Above 2 is high for me. I do start to feel an extra-level sort of weirdness at this level. In my estimation it is akin to taking a powerful drug.

This was a day spectacularly mundane – one of those days where you show up – ‘punch the clock’ – do what you gotta do – and finis. I’m pointed in the right direction, I’m making progress, but the road is long and monotonous. Now it is less willpower than perseverance. I’m in the groove, now I just have to show up every day. I might futz with different recipes, meal timing, maybe even (gasp!) exercise, but the real work is walking this road seemingly with nothing ahead but a long stripe of blacktop that leads to a distant horizon. I think I know where it leads, but it takes a long time and each day your progress teases you as the distance of the horizon never seems to become more near.

I’ve reached the city limits – I got out. Now the road is monotonous. It must be. That’s how roads that take you to distant places work.

2 thoughts on “Diet Fail 2019 – Day 7: I’ve Reached the City Limits

  1. I love that you’re seeing the big picture instead of the crazy minutiae. Plus, I always get a good chuckle from your posts. I am a lurker and don’t comment often. Just wanted you to know your posts are very much enjoyed and appreciated.

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