Roughly six weeks in to the ketogenic experiment, and I’m down about 9 pounds. If I could weigh myself now like I could a few months ago, I’d have a more accurate count, but for now that routine is off a little.
Having a food routine, meanwhile, has helped me stay on track. Continue reading
I’d been wondering about the ramifications of eating so much meat, cheese and fat on this keto diet, and this morning my bloodwork at the doctor revealed that my cholesterol levels have indeed increased — from a traditionally “low” reading to one that’s on the high side. (Not elevated enough for alarm or medication, but definitely an increase.)
The risk of eating like this over a long time, the doctor told me, is that cholesterol could build up in the arteries. (Which could lead to high blood pressure, clogged arteries or even a heart attack.) He didn’t demand I go off the diet immediately, but asked how long I planned to be on it, and said we’ll monitor the levels to be sure that they don’t steadily increase.
It’s been a month and a half, and I’m down about 9 pounds. On one hand, that’s pretty good … but on the other, I’ve also plateau’d and there’s been no significant weight loss over the past few weeks, and I thought this whole keto thing was supposed to lead to a more dramatic result.
As I told my friend tonight, all signs point to me having to just suck it up and do cardio. DAMMIT.
Eventually I’m going to have to try this, out of sheer curiosity.
Click on the photo to go to the recipe on the Diet Doctor website.
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been living in some alternate-reality world — a place where:
- Fruit isn’t a wise snack, but a lump of butter rolled in toasted coconut can be.
- Nonfat Greek yogurt isn’t a good choice, but cheddar cheese is.
- If I’m craving something crunchy and salty, I should step away from whole-wheat Triscuits and instead bust open a bag of chicharrones.
I’m trying a low-carb eating plan for the month of June, and it is messing with my head.
When I was at my first full-time newspaper job, I first noticed how polarizing the conservative/liberal divide can be.
That particular day, some financial development had brought the ire of the publisher, who was ranting in the morning meeting about how liberals were constantly trying to steal Americans’ money with programs funded by tax dollars. He turned to me and said: “Aren’t you mad that you have to pay Social Security taxes? I mean, it won’t be there when you’re old enough.”
“But other people—including my parents—will need it sooner,” I said. “Why would I begrudge that?” He looked at me like I had three heads, and it suddenly became very clear how very different our lives had been and would always be.
(Apologies to Everything But the Girl for the post’s title.)
Lately, I’ve found myself with a quick temper and a shorter fuse.
I noticed last year that going on Facebook had begun to deliver diminishing returns. It should have been enjoyable to catch up on what friends were doing, so why did it seem like I was always in a bad mood when I closed out?
A Montana Rail Link train.
Late at night or early in the morning, when the automobile traffic has slowed, I can hear the trains as they creep their way up the tracks parallel to Grand Avenue.
The most dangerous train/auto intersection is the state is literally right down the street, about two miles from Casa Flor, which is perhaps why I can hear the engineers sounding their horns cautiously, continuously, as the p.m. trains crawl through town. That’s far enough away for those horns to sound musical, like trumpets playing a fermata note, but if I lived closer I probably wouldn’t find it as charming.