Today was my first day of zero carbs, and I mean zilcho, because as you remember the only thing I am eating is coconut oil and unsweetened casein, 1650 calories, 79% fat and 21% protein. So it's pretty easy to make sure you are not cheating when you are only swallowing coconut oil with a little protein powder in it. Yuck. So far I seem to be tolerating the casein well, which is always a question for those that cannot digest lactose. It turns out most of the lactose in milk is in the whey, not the casein, which is the milk protein.
It was a glorious day, sunny and bright with low humidity, and all I wanted to do was work outside in the garden, but I was tired; my lower back was sore; my limbs felt like cast iron weights hanging from my frame and my legs burned like I was climbing the Monster when I ascended a flight of stairs. Finally I took one of my 10-minute naps and afterward, suddenly, I felt somewhat normal. No joke, I was such a total switch: I was much less tired, my mood lifted, and I actually was able to get some chores and blogging done. I tested my blood ketones and they were up to 0.4, of course once AGAIN I had to use two strips because of the NovaMax Plus meter's faulty indicator which pissed me off but it does not take much to piss one off in this low-carb state.
I have not been sleeping well on this diet, either from the little bit of caffeine I drink in the morning or more likely from some metabolic shift that happens in ketosis. I read on the forums that this is common for people trying low-carb. Perhaps it is because I am eating only 1620 calories a day and still working out, so that is way below my maintenance level which I estimate to be somewhere in the neighborhood of 2500 calories a day. Most of the time I am not hungry but on 1620 calories I do wake up in the middle of the night with a grumbling stomach. It's not like I can sneak downstairs and open up a bag of Fritos. My menu choices are coconut oil....and casein. Kinda blows the whole midnight binge urge. I never do that anyway.
This was the first day in many months that I did not have a bottle of kombucha, and it was sorely missed, but I really think that there is enough sugar remaining in my brew to keep me from becoming keto-adapted, so I suffered through it. All in all, it was not a completely fruitless weekend because I did do a lot of cooking even though I can't eat the food yet. Jack, our truckdriver, showed up at the office with two gigantic boxes of home-grown organic Jersey tomatoes from his garden again and I had to dehydrate them or make sauce or they would all have gone into the compost. Anyway, I'm not sure how I got through it, but tomorrow, back to work, sans kombucha, my happy drink. I swear the surge I get from the kombucha is the only thing that gets me through the workday sometimes, so that's going to be rough. Not that any of this is a cakewalk. Speaking of cake, when this all over I'm going to have to splurge a bit. September is going to be the month of the restaurant: Michael Schulson, Jose Garces, Stephen Starr and Michael Solomonov here I come!