Exercise: I am tired today. I hurt my knee on Saturday, and it does not feel good still. I am a little bummed because I really want to keep up with the schedule for the Race training program that I’m on, but I’m not stupid and realize that I don’t want to really hurt myself in the process. So, patience. I have to go pick up the Rx my MD called in for me for some extra strength naprosyn, that should hopefully help out. On the upside, I truly want to go to the gym. I hate it when I’m there, but a part of me really likes that I’m getting my ass in gear and actually going on a regular basis.
Diet and Alcohol Consumption: Well, my “food” is all strictly low carb. However, this weekend and last night I drank some alcohol. Although I had relatively low carb beverages (wine and some martinis), alcohol is definitely not allowed on Atkins or I&N. The Spanish ketogenic diet allows red wine, but I’m not on that diet, and I’m not really into fish enough to want to get on it. So, I hope that doesn’t muck things up. My weight was down on Sunday from the week prior despite my night of drinking on Saturday, but… I really exercised and busted my hump dancing on Saturday night, so I wonder if I would have had a greater weight loss on Sunday had I not had the alcohol. There is a lot of discussion online that alcohol can really delay the weight loss process on a low carb diet. However, I have been testing and I’m still in ketosis, which is a good thing.
Ketosis: In fact, I’ve been in ketosis for… is it really three weeks?? Let me check… Yes. I’ve been officially in ketosis since 2/17 (which is when I began testing), although I was probably in ketosis on 2/15, when I first started noticing the metallic taste in my mouth. It is March 8th. That’s 21 days, or exactly 3 weeks. Yikes.
Notes: I clearly have to input into my food journal everyday, or I forget what I ate and have to put “I can’t remember” into the journal. Jeez. When did my memory get so bad? You know what it is…I’m just not as into food as I used to be. I think that I’m starting to make the transition into “eating to survive” instead of “eating for pleasure”. Because, while I certainly find food pleasant and enjoyable, I’m definitely not into it like I was before. Don’t get me wrong, I really wanted to eat that birthday cake on Sunday, and the brownies at brunch on Saturday, and the pasta on Sunday, but it wasn’t really a big deal to avoid it. I did feel a little awkward on Sunday, though, eating a troth of lettuce and chicken (4 thighs…how embarrassing!!) and having to field questions about why I’m not eating pasta or cake. My answer: “I’m eating gluten-free these days”. Why do people pay attention to this stuff? Generally, I fess up to low carb with family or friends (at some point, they figure it out themselves anyway, and at some point, you get invited to an event, and you need to make sure of what’s for dinner, so that you can bring your own or augment as necessary), but sometimes you just don’t want to hear people criticize the diet. Worse, is when people tell you that it is okay for you to cheat “just this once”. I actually looked at the diabetic uncle who carelessly made this suggestion on Sunday, pointed to his massive slice of deep chocolate cake with peanut butter cream filling, buttercream frosting, chocolate ganache and huge pieces of chocolate artfully sticking out of the top like a delicious version of a hedgehog (a truly beautiful, gourmet, designer cake), and said “Uncle John, that cake on your plate probably has at least 300 grams of pure sugar in it. Neither one of us should be eating it.” He was suitably chastened, and reminded that it is not pleasant to be told, in public, what you can and cannot (or should or should not) eat. I walked into another room, had a glass of water, and watched some tube until they were done with the cake.