Following recent issues with cortisol crisis panic,
being unable to reduce stress levels or increase sleep hours left me a bit
lost, food wise, as to what to do about it. I wanted to stuff my face
with lots of fruit and chocolate to make me feel instantly happy, but at the rate
I was ready to cram it in, I'd be on 90% carb before I knew it.
I needed a distraction, I still feel a bit fat, so I
thought I'd give full on Ketogenic a try for research purposes, to see
if it would kick start this fat loss thing that I'm supposed to
be having on Paleo.
In short, absolute minimum carbs, lots of fat, medium to lots of protein.
The day started really well.........
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| Fat 52%, Protein 42% carb 6% |
you
can eat a bit of veg, and a little of the right kind of fruit, and some
nuts, but it basically revolves around meat, fatty meat, eggs,
coconut oil, and more meat. ha!
Then,
this weird thing happened, I think they call it a social situation,
these things often revolve around food. I soon got jealous of the people
who weren't on ketogenic research fat burning missions.
At the Bacho Easter Brunch, they were eating things like this........
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| A perfect egg love accident. |
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| A big salad and a big fruit salad |
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| A pancake beard |
I
had just one small bowl of fruit salad, then remembered I had kwark in
the fridge, so, "just a little fruit and a little kwark, it'll be o.k
Cadence, go ahead"
This
action, and conversation with myself, involving very small portions
repeated four times, until I was bloated on fruit and kwark. It's 12.30
and I'm way over my keto carb limit. Fuck it. I'm out.
I don't think I'm in the right head space for such a serious diet commitment.
On
the upside and the weird side, I've lost a bit of fat, but, in places I
didn't think I had any fat at all. My body is metaphorically licking
the yogurt pot clean when there's a full pot open right next to it, free
and begging to be eaten.
Strange to discover my body has such a whack IQ.
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