Ketosis continues to elude me, It was so easy the first time I tried the ketogenic approach to eating, shortly after Thanksgiving last year. I wasn’t concerned when Christmas derailed me – I figured that was to be expected – although it was annoying still to be derailed several weeks into the new year. But I figured okay, I’ll just get back into the whole low carb / medium protein / high fat thing, and in no time I’ll be buzzing along on a high, burning up flab and feeling fabulous.
Instead, it seems, my vile body is on high alert, making every carb do double duty, hammering me with headaches, cravings and mood swings, rationing out my energy in tiny little packets that take me nowhere. After two weeks of faithfully consuming plenty of fat, not too horribly much protein, and lots and lots of dark green leaves, I needed some encouragement so I stepped on the scale … and the number was UP. It was up a whole damn pound!
Is it normal to feel that I’m at war with my own body? I’m ambushed by Easter eggs and bludgeoned by depression and that thing our mothers told us (not mine specifically, but mothers in general) – that “you have to suffer to be beautiful” – well, according to all the messages my crocodile brain is sending me, that’s just propaganda. I have suffered mightily, and I have brought suffering upon Himself, and I’ve even not been especially nice to the dogs, and I’m still bulging.
So what to do? Do I admit defeat, embrace despair, accept that I’m doomed to a (probably drastically shortened) life of being in pain, uncomfortable inside my own skin, never to accomplish any but the most banal, foundational items on my bucket list? Do I shrug off the hours I’ve spent researching this, and pretend that the fantastic sense of YES I experienced just before Christmas was a silly illusion? Do I, in a word … quit?
Completely off topic, but I have to insert a brief aside here. I’ve mentioned before how much I love modern technology. Do you know you can find literally anything on Google? Here I was, bashing out this post, and it occurred to me that I didn’t actually want to write the word “fuck” – I mean, not that I don’t say it when sufficiently deeply moved, but it makes for lazy and sloppy writing. On the other hand, no other phrase said what I wanted to say as well.
Clearly, this was a good outsourcing opportunity. So off I went to Google, and I typed in “fuck that”, and next thing I knew I was listening to this audio by someone called Skrillex. (Why??? I mean, why be called Skrillex? And also, why would anyone choose to listen to this? Either way, fuck me if I know.) So anyway, that wasn’t good, but then I remembered that I recently acquired new headphones and subscribed to Spotify (technology! Yeah!) and so I’m now reformatting my synapses with Mozart’s horn concertos – yes, all four of them. (And for some reason I felt it was necessary to google “ear synapses” and … my goodness. Amazing! No – come back – you can go look at it later. And everything else on Google. It’ll still be there when you’re done reading here!)
After plugging a Mozartian horn into each ear I went back to Google for another go at the “fuck that” question, and contemplating the answers kept me happily googling for almost long enough to forget this post entirely. Then I found the GIFs, and oh how I hate when bloggers plaster their posts with these beastly things that jiggle about and distract me from the words – but aren’t they just nifty? Take this one, for example … It lacks the succinctness I was looking for, which is why I decided not to use it, but I know exactly how the ferret feels, and also how does one resist the cuteness factor? There’s not a lot of cuteness happening on this blog, and maybe that’s an area that needs work.
I was hung up for a bit deciding whether to let Snooki or Dave Grohl say “fuck that” on my behalf, but after I’d googled Dave I decided – without in any way being tempted to switch from Mozart to Nirvana – that I’d rather be represented by him than by some skinny bint on a “reality” show that I have no intention of ever watching. Apart from anything else, he looks more like me – not quite as pudgy but still with not a lot in the way of cheekbones. And the beard is yummy – on him, anyway; I tend to give my own chin hairs short shrift. Ha ha – you think I’m joking, younger-female-followers-of-this-blog? Just wait – menopause will get you too!
Which brings me back to my original point: the war between Me and My Bod. Thus endeth this aside…
Nope, I am not quitting. Rather, I am reviewing my options, revising my strategies, and reinforcing my range of tools.
First, the strategy …
Number 1: Love Myself. This is hard! Maybe I’ll settle for just not hating myself… and forgiving me my trespasses…
I also betook myself to Catherine’s yesterday and restocked my wardrobe … for the first time in about two years. Yes, it’s been two years since I bought clothes – because every time I think of doing so I think, “Well, but I can’t stand to keep buying things in that huge size! So I’ll lose weight and then I can go shopping.” Comes a point, however, when your underwear is disintegrating and the seats of your jeans have worn through and the holes in your tee-shirts are too large and too numerous to ignore (what causes those stupid holes? Moths? Fabric-chewing planned-obsolescence nanobots?) and you just have to say stuff it and go back to the damn Fat Lady Shop (because all appearances to the contrary I am SO NOT a Wal-Mart Person) and try stuff on and look at yourself in a three-way mirror and buy at least three of whatever fits so long as it’s on sale because you really don’t want to have to come back again too soon. And actually I found out that I had dropped a size – yah boo thumb-my-nose at the bathroom scale! Which meant that this morning, when I was getting dressed, I didn’t have to put on any of the scary new doesn’t-feel-like-me stuff sitting in shopping bags in my closet; instead I could fit into a pair of shabby-and-bleach-stained-but-not-actually-disintegrating jeans that I hadn’t tried on for a while. And then I hung up the new stuff, mixing it in with the older stuff so that I could get used to seeing it there and forget that it’s new.
So much for nurturing a sense of self-worth … Let’s focus on food.
Apparently I am exceptionally sensitive to carbs – so I’m cutting them out altogether, except for celery. Even my imagination isn’t wild enough to conceive of a situation where celery can be fattening. But I read a comment on a ketogenic lifestyle blog recently from someone who said she was, and I quote, “kicked out of ketosis by kale”, and here I’ve been glomming the stuff down in bunches. So I’m cutting out vegetables entirely, even avocado and the dark green leafy ones. I’m not doing this forever, of course; just for as long as it takes to get into ketosis – at which point I’ll gradually start reintroducing vegetables to see just how much carbohydrate I can tolerate. I’m also cutting out nuts, milk (alackaday – no more lattes!), and the delicious gravy Himself wraps around stews and pot roasts. (Yes, girls – I’m married to a King Of The Kitchen! It took me a while to get over my indignation at his contempt for my own kitchenly efforts, or to acknowledge how very much I dislike cooking – but I can now confess that I’m greatly blessed among wifekind!)
I am gritting my teeth, ignoring years of anti-fat programming, and keeping my fat intake high. Jimmy Moore’s book Keto Clarity contains several recipes for high fat treats … so, ugh, I guess that means I’ll be pulling kitchen duty after all. The benefit is that it doesn’t take a lot of high-fat snacking to leave one feeling quite satisfied – compared with sugary snacks that invariably seem to trigger a craving for more.
I’m also cutting back on protein, big time. No more protein in snacks, only two protein meals a day, and I’ll weigh the damn stuff if necessary to ensure I don’t take more than 30 grams at a time. Apparently if you eat more protein than your body needs it turns into sugar – and the amount you need is directly related to the amount you exercise. Because my overloaded feet and ankles hurt and my energy is still lacking, I’m not exercising a whole lot.
So that’s also got to change – which brings me to …
Second, the tools …
I really didn’t want to spend a lot of money, mainly because we don’t have it, but when I realized that getting into ketosis was going to be a challenge for me I bought the tool that everyone recommends: a meter to track my ketone production. There are three ways to measure ketones.
- Ketostix pee strips measure the ketones in urine. By all accounts these are pretty useless, because they measure only the ketones you eliminate as waste. As your body adapts to running on ketones rather than sugar, you stop eliminating them – so the more keto-adapted you are, the less they have to measure, leading to a false negative.
- Blood ketone meters are highly accurate, but they’re expensive and the strips cost around $5 apiece for the Precision Xtra meter, which is the one that gives readings at a level that are relevant to nutritional ketosis
- Breath ketone meters are new technology, but several experts, including Jimmy Moore, say Ketonix is accurate and reliable. That’s the option I chose, because although the meter cost a little over $100, it’s a once-off investment – no expensive disposable strips. I bought mine on Amazon but have just learned that it’s no longer listed there. A word of warning: delivery is SLOW. I ordered mine on February 21 and I could wait until mid-April for it to arrive – presumably because the developer is battling to keep up with demand. But the reviews were good, so it seemed worthwhile.
And then there is exercise equipment. Given that it’s too cold to swim, it hurts too much to run/jog/skip/jump/walk, and my horse will either break or kill me if I heave my bulk onto his ancient and saggy back, I’ve decided to focus on muscle-building exercises. Apparently muscles burn more calories (i.e., fat) than flab, even when you’re not using them. Also, supposedly, if you have muscles you have more energy. To this end I have bought a yoga mat and an exercise ball … and we have resistance bands from the time I needed physical therapy – I just need to dig them out of wherever they’re hiding. I have a sneaking suspicion that I’ll have to do more than pile this stuff up in our bedroom to see any benefit. Argh. Well, I’ll keep you posted … maybe.
Third, just quickly, supplements …
Although my experience may not encourage you to try the ketogenic lifestyle, just in case you do, you will probably need supplements at least while you’re adjusting to the new way of nourishing your body. I found this link helpful.
- Extra salt is key. You can add it to your food, but comes a point that just doesn’t taste good and I’m not sure it’s healthy. I take one Thermotab every morning – because if I forget, I feel washed out and weak by noon. It’s cheap and readily available, but there are side-effects so do your research. Most importantly, you must drink plenty of water when you take one.
- Green tea capsules seem to improve my energy levels. I’ve been buying them from Costco but it looks like they’re a lot cheaper online. I’m not sure whether it would be better just to drink green tea – haven’t had time to research this – but for the time being I’m taking two every morning.
- I take a daily multivitamin, although in time I hope to meet my needs from actual food.
- Potassium and magnesium are two essential minerals, and if you run short of them you’re likely to feel spacey, tired and ill. I’m taking supplements while I restrict my intake of vegetables.
And, of course, drink water. Just glug it down – it improves your energy, mental acuity and general bodily processes.
So is anyone else out there struggling to love and nurture themselves into a state of good health? Does your body repeatedly sabotage you? What works for you? Also, do you think I need to inject more cuteness into this blog?
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Would you consider reading a short paleo piece on ketosis?
Sure! Please share the link!
I was one-handing it while nursing earlier, so short and sweet it had to be!
Whole30 was not working for me the way it has in the past. I found The Paleo Approach while looking for recipes. Holy cow, has it been eye-opening! One of the things the book touched on was ketosis. It was only brief, but it made an impact in light of the whole scope of the book. Here’s an excerpt from it:
After two years of no and bad answers, this lady was able to point me to at least part of what is wrong … and, it seems, how to fix it!
Thanks so much for sharing this! My reading indicates that there’s no earthly reason not to stay in ketosis – assuming that one doesn’t have medical issues, that is; I can’t speak to those. My preferred lifestyle would be ketosis through winter and spring, and then a more carb-heavy diet in summer and fall (when fruit and veggies are available from my garden). But my reading suggests that I may not be able to switch between the two for some months … I’ve always been a binge eater, and tended especially to binge on sugar, and that’s done an awful lot of damage.
One thing that jumped out at me was the story of the woman who had such a bad experience with the ketogenic approach. First off, I honestly do believe human bodies have evolved along different dietary lines. I simply don’t buy that EVERYONE is best on a paleo/ketogenic eating style; there are far too many happy, healthy vegans out there to prove me wrong. However, there are some common misconceptions. The woman quoted spoke of having “protein dense” meals. My reading suggests that in fact she should have been eating more fat, and probably drinking LOTS of water. I read about one woman who finally went into ketosis, and started experiencing all the benefits – high energy, consistent weight loss, general good health – when fat accounted for 90% (!!!) of her total diet. That’s a LOT of fat!
What I’ve been learning – and this is the reason I’m not ready to give up and assume it doesn’t work for me – is that our dietary needs really don’t fit neatly into a box. What I’m trying to do now is locate the extreme – what happens when I ingest as close to zero carbs as it’s possible to get? What happens when I change my fat and protein intake? I’m really thrilled that my ketone meter arrived today (after I posted) so I’m going to be able to track this. How I feel will be an important guideline, but we all know that detoxing, or simply change, can make us feel lousy, so on its own that’s not a reliable indication.
Anyway, it’s an interesting process – and I apologize; I didn’t mean to respond with a whole new blog post! Thanks so much for commenting. I’d love to know how your own nutritional journey goes.
First off, loving the Dave Grohl meme!! 🙂
Wow, that sounds like a high maintenance diet – really difficult… I’d never heard of the ketogenic diet before reading this (and I still have no idea how to pronounce it!) – I don’t know what I would eat if I were on it. Good luck with it!
I haven’t listened to much Mozart, but I keep meaning to, since I think I might enjoy it. Give Nirvana a try and let me know how it goes ^_^ XD
I have a real problem with Nirvana … My daughter was 15 when that self-indulgent jackass Cobain (yes, yes, I know he’s your hero, but see it from a mom’s point of view) fumbled around and finally offed himself. She was … not in a good place – drugs, sex, rebelling against the Evil Witch who ran her life, etc. For her 16th birthday she insisted on black candles – almost like a wake. She and her friends were genuinely mourning him, and I was terrified they were going to commit suicide. It was a horrible time. So … nope, have no desire ever to hear his music ever again.
But even so, I do encourage you to explore the classics. Mozart is truly wonderful – a completely different experience from modern music, but close your eyes, clear your mind and let yourself swim in it.
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I’m catching up on missed posts, so I won’t comment all over the place. I loved the analogy of Ulysses’ trials and the necessity of tying yourself to a shopping cart to prevent disaster. I can’t say the ketosis diet is something I could follow, but I can empathize with the strictures. Any time I restrict any part of my diet, I immediately want to eat it. I avoided nuts and peanut butter while pregnant. I swear I suddenly developed Jiffy radar and honed in on a craving that just about crippled me. After child was born, no longer craved it because I could have it. I’m just fickle that way.
You an’ me both, sister! Although I will say that this time around I’m managing to stick with the ketogenic diet, and every day that passes leaves me less prone to cravings. I’m in a place now where I’d for sure enjoy a piece of cake or a chocolate, but I’m increasingly able to say no and not be haunted by what it would have tasted like if I’d said yes. Don’t know if that makes sense…lol.
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If it makes you feel any better, I had chocolate cake this weekend that was quite disappointing.
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