Just a quick update for Father’s day. The scale told me was down 6 lbs. in 3 days. My ketone meter says my ketones were up to 1.8 mmol/L – which is def in ketosis. My blood glucose was 98 in the afternoon. My older daughter, out of college and in her first real job, bought me a pair of Airpods Pro wireless earbuds and cooked me an Italian Chili Father’s Day meal. All of this made for a nice day.
As to what I ate: I had coffee and cream, of course, then mid afternoon I had some leftover stir fry without the rice. I gorged on a lot of celery spotted with beef as well as ground pork and Winter Melon. I did not count nor attempt to weigh – which admittedly caused me some anxiety.
Father’s Day dinner was a bowl of the aforementioned Italian Chili, accompanied with grated cheese and Ricotta cheese. It was mostly ground beef with an onion, garlic, mushrooms, frozen red peppers, olive slices, and some Rao’s Pasta Sauce. I not only enjoyded it, but my entire family did as well. They ate it with bread, which I skipped.
I had taken a nap in the afternoon as the first wave of ketone effects leave you tired physically but more mentally alert. I woke and despite my better judgement had a half cup of coffee. While I enjoyed it, it kept me awake well past 1am. Before finally conking out, I had a hankering for some bologna and cheese so had maybe 3 or 4 slices of bologna on a slice of cheese as my well-past-bedtime snack.
My start date for this try was June 17, 2020. I’ve been pretty strict to the point that it might resemble an eating disorder if I didn’t have the science-y terms ‘Intermittant Fasting’ and ‘Autophagy’ to comfort me that I am doing the right thing.
I suppose that ‘disordered eating’ is in the eye of the beholder. There are so many different diets to choose from that someone is bound to frown upon the eating habits of most people – especially those of us with excess adipose tissue who comprise nearly the only group left where it is mostly ok to be prejudiced against. I mean, why don’t we just put the fucking fork down, get up from the table, and go for a run? Huh?
If there is a Hell, there is a special ring for the people who say that. It is filled with healthy, portion-controlled food. Every time they take a bite they gain 20 pounds, their pants don’t fit, and slim people question their character while eating fast-food burgers and fries and sucking up choclate shakes.
The day I started this I had cream in my multiple coffees, a cheese sandwich with lettuce and mayo as well as some ‘keto granola’ that someone bought prior to the scale weighing that prompted me to start. I ate nothing the remainder of the day. The remainder of the day was seltzer with added MiO ‘flavor enhancer’. (Note to MiO company: water has no ‘flavor’ – it’s kind of the zero-point for determining flavor. Maybe you should calll it ‘flavor creator’.)
Disordered eating? If you believe in 3 squares a day – yeah. Calorically I’m a little low but not in the ‘disorder’ range for one day (under 1000 every day would strike me as disordered for me), the protein is low, and while the carbs are high for a keto diet, a lot of people would consider this ‘low but ok’.
Yesterday however was a different matter. I had gone over 24 hours before eating 2 cans of tuna with mayo – and other than my coffe and cream, that was it. I wasn’t particularly hungry and was feeling the onslaught of ketones which might have helped to suppress appetite.
That’s a little disordered in my book for me. YMMV. The calories and protein too low but the fat is right about perfect and the carbs – well, anything under 20 is ok in my book.
Then there’s today. I’m feelin’ it. What they used to call ‘The Atkins Flu’. Your sodium goes out of whack and you get headaches and feel sick. My gut has also noticed the change in volume and macronutrient proportions and I woke up with stomach pain that I soothed with a few tablespoons of plain yogurt, 2 cheese sticks, and a little pasta sauce for dipping. This made the top part of my alimentary canal feel better but the lower part was preparing for fireworks.
This always happens. I have never entered ketosis without a sudden purging bout of ‘the trots’. Ketosis is a big change – you are literally changing the fuel your entire body runs on – so I don’t get too concerned over this as long as a bathroom is handy.
My excuse for eating somewhat disordered is that I started without a plan and didn’t have the foods in the house I usually would have if I had planned this out. If I did, I might have eaten closer to the macros I’m tracking for (or maybe not).
At 5am I put in an order for food from my local grocery store to be delivered later in the morning. Reflecting on this purchase, I’m not sure I made the best choices:
2 lbs. ground beef
frozen sliced peppers
Lindt 78% Dark Chocolate
I planned to make an ‘Italian Chili‘ of sorts by browning the beef, adding some garlic, pasta sauce, the peppers, and olives to make an Italian-inspired keto dish I can put mozzarella and ricotta on.
American cheese is a necessity in my life. I don’t buy the processed stuff (which isn’t cheese) and find it works ok in moderation. Cheese is like that. Atkins said no more than 4 ounces per day. He’s been dead for nearly 20 years and I think that’s still good advice.
The bologna *could* be problematic. Being a Boomer, I have a warm spot for this Depression-era mystery meat that has lost its popularity. If I can moderate my consumption I should be ok. We’ll see.
Took the kid out for an errand and felt a bit woozy but I survived. Started to get hungry about 5pm and I had an Atkins Shake – freshly arrived from Walmart and on my porch this morning. I drank a tanker’s-worth of this stuff in the early 2000s and thought I’d give it another go.
I was still hungry after that and I had some romaine lettuce leaves with Ken’s Steakhouse Ranch Dressing. A number of Ken’s sald dressings are very low carb and were a staple on my first go-round. I also had a Claussen pickle half.
Not too long after I had another ketogenic ‘poopsplosion’. Like a thunderstorm it moved in quickly, produced great violence, then quickly passed – leaving only menacing rumbles that faded away.
I seemed fine after that – and still hungry. That bologna called to me. Problematic, enigmatic – the taste of being a kid again, my Mom giving me a sandwich at lunch (That’s a lie, actually. I have no recollection of eating the stuff as a kid but bologna has always seemed part of my life. It never made a memory unlike my Mom boiling hot dogs for my lunch or making me pastina – a grain-like Italian pasta in the shape of tick-sized little stars – drenched in melted butter. Home for lunch, I would eat that stuff – or a grilled cheese or Campbell’s Tomato Soup with Premium Crackers or some other kid-friendly stuff I don’t remember – and watch the terrible cartoon ‘Corageous Cat and Minute Mouse‘ because there were only 7 channels in those days.)
Where was I – oh – I’m writing about keto on a diet blog in 2021. Us Boomers and our digressions, eh? Transported to 1968 and back in a flash. Time travel is real, kids.
ANYWAY – I entered the bologna in my Cronometer app and found I could have about 3 ounces of this false-memory-producing food. I weighed out 3 ounces and ate each slice with great pleasure, actually.
An interesting observation that isn’t about cartoons or false memories is once finished I ran upstairs and noticed a non-event: I wasn’t that winded.
Huh? Like – ok – I’m close to 300 lbs. and don’t exercise – I expect to be winded, and when I dash down the staris for some coffee before a meeting, when I’m back at my desk I’m winded. But not so much this time.
The ketosis perhaps? The poops, the headache, the mild wooziness, and the overall reduction in heartburn were expected. I was not expecting any impact on how winded I might be.
Maybe a fluke. I’ll have to see if it’a a pattern – can carbs make you winded? We’ll see.
My macros for 06/19/2021 – Calories: 1051 / Protein: 38g / Net Carbs: 23 / Fat: 89. Calories too low, protein too low, carbs ok, fat ok. I didn’t prepare for this at all and it shows – hopefully I can dial in these macros a little better in the coming days. I hope to cook my first batch of low carb food in a long time tomorrow – maybe that will help.
I decided the evening would be just seltzer with MiO. I was having the Strawberry/Watermelon flavor, which I’m OK with. It actually tastes like neither – and that’s the point: if they created a ‘Strawberry’ or a ‘Watermelon’ flavor on its own it wouldn’t taste like the real deal so market them as a blend and nobody will complain that they don’t taste like what they’re supposed to taste like.
Anyway. That’s that for that – this is my last post forever. Or maybe not. If I had an evolved sense of shame I would definately stop.
This is kinda sorta day 2. I had some bread at noon yesterday then ate nothing until 4pm on 6/18. That made my weight descend enough to put me at 299.6 lbs. I never thought I’d be happy t see that number on my scale – but here we are.
While I had coffee and cream prior I broke the fast with 2 cans of Wild Planet Tuna and 4 tablespoons of mayonnaise. I feel weird and have a headache, and just for fun I tried testing my ketones – expecting them to be at zero.
They were at 1.3.
Now my body has been in and out of ketosis so many times it probably is used to it. So instead of struggling against giving up that sweet, sweet glucose-fueled lifestyle, it just sighed: ‘Here we go again.’ and cranked up the generator for ketones right away.
Those of you not professional stunt dieters would probably never experience such a quick transition to ketosis.
So anywho, I’m slowly making decisions about what form this diet attempt will take. Perhaps an umbrella rule for all that follow is:
I will not practice orthorexia
The definition that pops up at the top of Goole search defines this as: Orthorexia is an unhealthy focus on eating in a healthy way. Eating nutritious food is good, but if you have orthorexia, you obsess about it to a degree that can damage your overall well-being. Steven Bratman, MD, a California doctor, coined the term in 1996.
I’ve found that being too perfect can be dangerous to the longevity of my diet, so I am going to Chill The Fuck Out (CTFO) and not think thoughts like:
Is that egg organic?
Is that beef grass-fed?
Does that diet soda have aspartame in it?
Should I have spinach since it has oxalates?
Should I eat eggplant as it contains goitrogens?
Should I avoid chicken because it has arachidonic acid?
Should I avoid sucralose because it might disrupt my gut biome?
Should I eat 2 cans of tuna at the same time because of methylmercury contamination?
Should I avoid all omega-6 seed oils to minimize inflammation?
My answer to each of these questions is: I’m not going to worry about these things now! I’m going to CTFO and not indulge in hand-wringing over the type of thinking above. I didn’t worry about this sort of stuff when I first lost 80 lbs. on Atkins. These were nutritional barnacles that adhered to my thinking as I read and researched.
And maybe like barnacles they slow me down.
Maybe they’re not that important now. Maybe if I CTFO and just focus on doing keto like I did Atkins in 2003 I’d be better off.
Please note that each item in that list is worth considering – many I have blathered on about on this mess of a blog – but taking these and many other…let’s call them ‘micro-considerations’ – and set them aside for the time being. The stuff I see myself eating will be better than what I was eating – and it’s not like I’m going on a fat-bomb laden caloric-extreme lazt/dirty keto trip. It might resemble lazy/dirty keto a bit, but have more structure. I’ll do my best to keep an eye on calories and look for a window between 1400 and 1800 per day. I’ll *try* to keep my protein around 100 grams. i’ll *try* to keep my carbs under 20 grams per day.
I can always add these food restrictions – or fears – or beliefs – back in at a time in the future when I’ve lost enough weight to want to fine-tune my diet for better health – or Orthorexia Nervosa – whichever it is.
I am SO glad no one visits this dump anymore. Blogs are so early 2000s – nobody really wants to read long-form stuff unless it’s good – and while I might have had flashes of inspiration here and there, my 14 years of blather ends up not much better that one fat monkey banging on his IBM Selectric he got off of EBay – another relic of the early aughts.
Excuse me while I make a ditto of the fax I need to send. I have the phone number in my PDA.
OK, I’m back. Forgive me – a little high from the ditto fumes and the correction fluid I use while typing. What was I saying?
Oh yeah – I’m fat – I mean FAT. I MEAN FAT.
I MEAN FAT!
No excuses for me. The pandemic and a remote job left me such an opportunity to exercise and eat right and exit the pandemic lean, healthy, and vaccine-enabled. Of course I didn’t use the opportunity for good – I used it to indulge in what might have been the food habits of a 10-year-old kid who does the grocery shopping. I’m not a sweets person but there sure are a lot of savory crap foods!
I stopped weighing myself. Stopped checking my blood glucose. My commute from the bedroom to the desk to the kitchen to the bathroom and back to the bed made the Big Lebowski look like a real go-getter.
Well, I was actually *working* – which The Dude did not abide – a lot of hours and weekends as well – but in between the work and sleep and the potty breaks was plenty of guilt-free crap food and elastic sweat pants.
It’s not hard to predict where this would lead. Checking my glucose levels and weighing myself daily were important feedback loops that I discarded. At the beginning of December, with zero fucks to give, I threw in the towel on Low Carb / Keto / Wheat belly and ate whatever I wanted.
Now I’ve been controlling my intake of food and what I eat with varying success since 2003. I was artifically thiner than I would be otherwise for many years because I did those things, and while I might have had my transgressions, there were enough occasions in between of diet adherence that kept me from What Might Have Been.
And here I am at the amazing weight of 303 lbs. Way to go loser! My fingers and toes are like a giant baby’s – chubby and cute. While I am nearing 60 I have no wrinkes because the fat fills them all in.
I took a shower today and decided to give my old friend and old enemy the scale a try. It told me that number I will not mention again, but after the shower I weighed myself again just in case It was a false memory I was suffering from – they are very fashionable in the US these days.
Nope. Pretty much the same.
So I decided that now might be a good time to start a diet – which ruined my plans for an evening of wine and pizza – that’s for sure.
But what *do* I eat?
I gotta tell you – knocking around in the Atkins / Low Carb / Keto / Wheat Belly world for most of 17 years, reading every book and article I could find and writing 1,000 blog posts (of which I’ve probably only posted half) and written 2 or 3 bad books I never published – I am fucking SICK OF THE TOPIC!
So here I am, writing to nobody, sick of being fat, sick of dieting, and just plain sick (I’m not the picture of health nor energy) and yet I’m yoked to this diet approach because…why exactly? Sunk-cost fallacy maybe?
Maybe I can join WW (formally known as ‘Weight Watchers’) or Nutrasystem is still out there – right? Or maybe one of those ‘I’m too busy coding to eat!’ meal replacement crap like Soylent for bro developers who think it’s cool to drink this shit while hoping their stupid iPhone apps gets bought by Facebook for a billion dollars Mark Zuckerberg finds in an old couch under the seat cushions.
I really don’t have a plan. And part of me doesn’t *want* a plan either. But I guess for me – for better or worse – I long ago was baptized in olive oil into the church of Low Carb and despite my roundness I continue to believe. I no longer need science – it only exists to confirm my biases.
I like this guy. He wrote ‘Wheatbelly’ (which I have not read), but I *have* read – multiple times – his book ‘Undoctored’. Now the world is filled with con men and kooks – as well as the earnest-yet-misinformed. The latter are not bad folks – it’s just the shit they believe has got their mind all shut. The con men are dangerous to your health and wallet, and the kooks just dangerous to your health. With the explosion of people who did keto for a year and are setting themselves up as ‘experts’, I am wary of most preachers out there and am quite choosy about who I listen to.
I’ve spent a lot of time listening and reading Dr. Davis and his approach has convinced me at least up to this point that:
He is not a kook
He wants to make a buck off of his work
There is *nothing wrong* with wanting to make a buck. We all have to eat and pay our mortgages. It’s *how* we do it. Dr. Davis wrote a bunch of books to compliment the ‘Wheatbelly’ diet, but ‘Undoctored’ is bolder. This is more of a crusade against modern medicine itself. He must not be held in high regard by most of his colleagues. I’ll discuss him a bit more some other time, perhaps, but here is an interesting, if a bit sciencey, lecture on why grains are bad for you. (TL;DW version – they have molecules that fit into your brain’s opioid receptors but instead of making you high, they make you hungry for more grains.) It’s more than that, though – I encourage you to give the video a watch. Yeah, I know: it’s an hour.
OK – everybody’s got ‘stuff’ they have to deal with. If you want to avoid this:
Don’t love of care about anyone
Sell all your possessions
Move out of your house / condo / apartment
Live on a mountaintop
Or be this guy. He’s probably worth hundreds of millions of dollars. He’s (as far as I know at present) homeless, has one bag of possessions, and sleeps on friend’s couches.
Like Thoreau, it’s kinda not real. Thoreau also talked about living a simple life, but as I understand it, Walden was not far from his perhaps not rich but comfortable family’s home (they made pencils, if I recall correctly). At any time, he could have called it quits and gone back to the Real World. Same as the guy above. At any time he can give up his minimalism, buy a mansion and a yacht, and be done with his couch surfing.
Most of us don’t have this luxury.
We’ve built lives step-by-step and for most of us, riches do not appear. People came into our lives and we allowed ourselves to love them, though love almost always leads to heartbreak in some form. For some of us our love created new people who will always break our hearts as they grow up and grow away as they must to become their own persons. The great psychoanalyst Erich Fromm said that a child’s love is the most tragic as it must always fade or the child becomes a cripple of sorts – a Norman Bates. It does not mean they stop loving their parents, but that golden time where Mom and Dad were their entire world must pass as they grow and we are revealed as human and fallible.
We invested our time in careers and the money that came from that work into possessions, experiences, and investments. Most of the possessions seem of much less value after owning them than before. The experiences fade from memory and become a series of photos that form some narrative that provides glimpses of the truth – or just provide an image from the past with no memory at all. Our investments are a hope for our future but can disappear in an instant as the future holds no certainties for those of us that inhabit the middle class.
So I failed because ‘reasons’. I haven’t given up, I’ve just had a setback. I’m not going anywhere – I’ve been here – failing – since 2007.
But let me tell you about my latest batch of yogurt!
It was done today and – wow – what a beautiful batch! People who make this yogurt often complain about it being watery. Take a look at this pic:
My aged yogurt used as the starter after more than a dozen batches still got the goods and made a fine, beautiful batch.
As I haven’t been on any sort of diet for a while prior to my restart 8 days ago – unless you consider shoveling as much crap into your maw a ‘diet’ – I have not been eating my ‘magic yogurt‘. I frankly do not recall how old the last batch is – maybe a month or more? I keep it in the back of the fridge where the veggies freeze (because GE Profile refrigerators SUCK!) and had a cup the other day – it looked and tasted fine.
So I decided that on this day I would try making another batch according to my obsessively-detailed instructions and hoped the age of my yogurt would not cause me to wait 36+ hours to find a massive Instant Pot-full of Yogurt Fail.
Actually, I learned a bit of trivia: what I’m making isn’t yogurt, at least in the US. Yogurt is a legal term for fermented products using very specific bacteria – not the bacteria L. Reuteri that I’m using. Instead, it’s a ‘fermented milk product’ that just so happens to look like yogurt. I believe – but have not tried – you can take any probiotic with active cultures, run it through this process, and end up with something similar. I was thinking it might be an interesting way to see if other probiotics actually contain live cultures – or as another hack: if you’re paying through the nose for a probiotic and you can grow it yourself, you’ve now got an endless supply of your favorite probiotic and never have to pay those price-gouging bastards ever again! (I have no idea if this would work – mere speculation).
As yet another aside to an aside, the probiotic I currently take – than name escapes me because they all have names that sound the same – just like every Chinese restaurant is ‘Happy Lucky Golden Red Dragon*’ or some random collection chosen from a set of about a dozen words…but I digress within my aside of an aside.
So my probiotic with the name that sounds like every other probiotic claims ‘100,000,000 live cultures. Guaranteed’.
Just WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!?
How could I – or anyone else including them for that matter – know if there is 100 million live cultures in that capsule? And How can I possibly take them up on their guarantee? “I’d like to return these as there wasn’t 100,000,000 live cultures in the capsule I took and you guaranteed there would be.” Their claim is utterly preposterous. It would be an interesting conversation.
Do they think we’re idiots?
Yes. Yes they do.
“Heck, Festus, it dun say on the box gah-run-teed! Gotta be true!”
And now for something completely different…
I ate the same as yesterday, but a bit more. I haven’t been getting the necessary calories, the body recognized that, and wanted more. I happily obliged.
What did NOT make me happy was the fact I thought I had escaped the ‘Raging Trots’. It has been my experience in the past that early on in switching over to keto, my gut will get a little…sensitive at least one or two days. It usually happens within the first week and it’s over – once over the hump, my plumbing is usually well-behaved on a keto diet.
This time it came a little late. Glad I wasn’t on a bus, in a meeting at work, or at some public place without public restrooms.
And I sure do pine for the days when matchbooks were everywhere so I could have lit a match – or 7.
It’s another mystery – I can only guess it is a further adjustment my body makes as the ‘keto adaption’ proceeds. As I understand it, you’ve got about 1,000 known (and x number unknown) species of bacteria in your gut that you absolutely need to live. This stuff works – somehow – with your ‘second brain’ – your gut. Did you know your gut is autonomous from the brain in your head? I’ve heard you’ve got more serotonin in your gut than your brain (hence the gastric problems people on antidepressants suffer). The number of neurons in your gut are about the same count as the amount in the brain of a German Shepherd. The complexity is such that there’s only the Vagus nerve that connects your brain to your gut for high-level communications. This is used for things like telling your brain NEVER to let you ever eat potato salad again after you got that food poisoning at aunt Edna’s picnic. You can cut this nerve and sever connections and your gut will continue to work just fine.
I’ve speculated that our gut brain is our true brain. We’re just a tube where food comes in one end and waste comes out the other. Evolution allowed for this second brain in our heads to form and the first brain didn’t mind – as log as it helped to get it fed. The brain in our gut sees our obsessions with things like smartphones, politics, and the Kardashians as pointless irrelevancies – tolerated as long as that fat neuronal swelling at the top of the thing makes sure the food keeps coming.
This second brain acts as a conductor of sorts, trying to manage the symphony of digesting food, absorbing nutrients, manufacturing Vitamin C in the colon, dealing with toxins, etc. – and doing so by negotiating with an unruly mob of trillions of bacteria that all have their own agenda – their own self-interest.
Different foods foster the growth of different bacteria and reduce the populations of others. “They’re goes the neighborhood!” Say the carb-loving bacteria as the bacteria that thrive on a keto diet move in and their kids leave their bicycles out on the lawn overnight.
I imagine the tummy-rumbling to come from this dramatic change – and let’s not forget that all those neurons in the gut suddenly have to get used to ketone bodies instead of glucose as fuel. It’s a traumatic time for everybody in Tummyville: signals probably get missed, valves get opened when they should have been shut, the wrong button gets pressed – it’s just chaos until the systems adapt and get things back under control in the new keto environment.
Until then I form a close relationship with a bathroom I warn others in the household to steer clear of, and become especially anxious about toilet paper inventory.
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.
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.
I think I made it to that zone where hunger can be managed with only a smidgen of willpower and cravings don’t grab you by the hand and lead you to the fridge to find that perfect ‘something’ you didn’t know you want.
Running errands with my younger daughter, we found our way to a McDonald’s where she – an athlete in fine shape – ordered a Big Mac and fries.
McDonald’s is *my* temple of cheap comfort food! To walk in there and not order anything was an insult to the congregants.
The fact that I didn’t care that much makes me a heretic to my tribe. There’s was only a small voice in my head that whined: ‘this isn’t fair’. I know that – we should live in a world where I could gorge on fast food pizza, burgers, and sub sandwiches, wash it down with beer, and find improvements in health and weight loss ensue.
If we do indeed live in a multiverse – a theory by some physicists that apparently live in states where marijuana is legal – that there are an infinite number of universes with different properties and an infinite number of ourselves, then there must be one where ‘fast food is health food’.
This ain’t it.
And *of course* the missus brought home donuts – the plain type without frosting – my favorite – and my daughter commented on how heavy and greasy they were.
The Homer Simpson in me sighed but in the grand scheme of things it just didn’t register all that much.
I *did* go out to get a few things to add to my food list and there was an actual vegetable, believe-it-or-not: romaine lettuce. I also bought turkey breast, among other things.
I’m starting to formulate a plan for less chaotic eating – I think some people call it ‘meal planning’, but that’s the future.
Except for coffee with cream, I had eaten nothing all day and it was only at 5pm that I had my only meal of the day. I rarely buy turkey breast and it was an impulse buy. I had some older but still serviceable romaine lettuce – about 1.5 hearts. I split this in 3rds, split the turkey in 3rds, smeared the turkey with avocado mayo, then wrapped the turkey on the outside of the lettuce and ate these rollups.
One thing I’ve always found in keto is the structural integrity of foods can be tough to navigate. That is the genius of sliced-bread: you can put nearly anything between 2 slices and you’ve not only got food, but an edible container in which to convey said foodstuff into your pie hole without bothersome accoutrements like plates and forks.
I found this quite good. I must have been hankering for green veggies and this hit the spot.
It also ended up being my only meal of the day. While later on in the evening I toyed with the idea of eating more, the hunger did not overcome the disinclination to get out of bed so I went to sleep instead.
Being the only meal of the day, it was relatively easy to tally my intake to an accuracy of probably +/- 20%
I use the Cronometer app and this is the breakdown it gave me:
So another day has passed and I’m still at it. Whoo!
Ketones measured by the meter are at 1.0 in the AM. They usually climb to their highest by late afternoon. My Blood glucose was 116 – down by 10 points from yesterday morn.
I’m not really enjoying it though. I had been going great guns at keto during the summer. I lost about 20 lbs., but then I took a new job that I really like, but it is all-consuming. There’s just so much interesting work to do! Even given it has been a good experience, there was an upsurge in stress and this (mostly) was dealt with through food. Bad food. I find nothing can calm the soul better than 2 slices of pepperoni pizza from a local place that knows how to make pizza – not this Domino’s crap or the other chain faux pizza. Adding bread back into my diet also stimulated the dopamine I craved to battle jangly nerves. I’m not a sweets person – my problem is burgers, sandwiches, and pizza. There was also red wine mixed in there as well.
The problem with this way of eating for me is that I become ravenous. I am hungry even when uncomfortably full. There’s biochemical reasons for this – a bunch of ’em – but I won’t go there now. At present, all that needs to be known is when I eat like I want to, the weight piles on, my appetite goes through the roof, and I am one fat, sluggish, cloudy-headed dork.
That sucks. You only live once and for me, the evidence is clear: I can’t eat as I’d like because I’d like to eat crap every meal, every day. I also don’t have a well-developed ability for ‘moderation’, which many do and they helpfully try recommending it – but it is not in my DNA.
So here I am doing keto. There’s worse ways to go through one’s life, I suppose, but it still sucks. I am also not a big fan of trying to make concoctions to simulate high-carb foods. If I hit the lottery and could hire a personal chef, then perhaps it would be an option, but I’m not someone who looks forward to cooking so my meals tend to be simple and austere.
My meals don’t follow a schedule as I eat when hungry and our family does not adhere to formal mealtimes. I eat when hungry and, at least at present, don’t measure things. Right now I’m just starting to dial-in the foods I need to eat and the quantities. Baby steps.
So what have I been eating to get into ketosis fast? My first goto was an old trick: deli roast beef wrapped around a third of a stick of butter. This is pretty radical, but when I do this early on, I very quickly go into ketosis. I also notice that cravings go away in 72-hours – at least the physical aspect. the psychological aspect still remains. I still miss cigarettes every day and I stopped last decade.
This is making me a bit mopey.
Have you noticed yet that I’m not the most motivational of diet blogs? Where’s that cheery, peppy, positive vibe, dude? Sorry – you ain’t gonna find it here – at least now.
Other things I’ve allowed myself is tuna salad made with avocado mayo that costs a king’s ransom. I ate it on pork rinds. Pork rinds are NOT a particularly quality food as I’ve read the proteins are damaged and can’t really count toward your necessary protein intake, but they do have a cracker crunch available nowhere else in the keto universe – at least not without some kitchen magic or costly store-bought substitutes. You can get a big’ol bag of the stuff at Walmart for two bucks.
I’ve also eaten hot dogs wrapped in a slice of cheese with mustard. I’ve eaten the magic yogurt with inulin that I make myself. I also oven cooked chicken thighs with oil and seasonings and ate this with melted provolone cheese as well as topped with cream cheese. I’ve also made burgers and had them on a slice of cheese without ketchup. Not doing ketchup really sucks. There’s stupid-expensive ‘Primal Kitchen’ ketchup I simply don’t have the heart nor budget to buy. As part of my diet I also try to eliminate all artificial sweeteners – again, I got my reasons but don’t feel like explaining now.
I allow myself small amounts of real sugar as I will eat Ghiradelli 92% Dark Chocolate as my only sweet. Think of it as a palate cleanser more than anything as I will only have a few squares at most in the evening.
For drinks, I am fond of coffee with cream – perhaps too much as I can drink a pot, a Trader Joe’s Turmeric and Ginger Tea that can soothe a stomach that just drank a pot of coffee, and Trader Joe’s seltzer.
This isn’t sustainable. There was no mention of vegetables and I *am* fond of them. Some people believe they are good for you, too. I need to cook more and plan more. hopefully that will start next week as I let the ketones do their appetite killing work and my brain fog lifts. I mean , last night I actually found myself motivated to tackle a few projects I’ve been putting off. I resisted the urge, but *did* find myself tackling some tasks rather than avoiding them.
By the second day, my Tums addiction disappeared as my chronic indigestion went away. That always happens, too.
I also noticed that it was late in the afternoon when I asked myself: did I eat today?
Forgetting to eat is one effect of my body running on ketones
This is the magic of ketogenic living for me.
Not so magical is the stench I give off the first few days. Day 2 and 3 I smelled pretty ripe. This has been a standard side effect of going into ketosis for me (which I have done a hundred times since 2003). It lasts a few days, I do not know the reason why, but it does subside. I’m much less odoriferous now.