Keto, week one…

 

This is more for myself and my tracking purposes. Last week, I started Keto pretty full-bore. I protest the disgusting state of health care in our country and I vow to do everything in my power to obtain optimal health so said sucky system does not kill me.

I have been a type 2 diabetic for over a decade. My mom died from complications of Diabetes, and I do not want to go like that. If I die when my mom died, I have 27 years left of life. I’d love to be around longer than that. I want to see my grand children grown with children of their own, I have lots left to do.

So, last Sunday I hit it hard. I knew this would be a challenging time because this last Saturday, yesterday, was going to be an annual cookie exchange I have participated in for more than a decade. I started out thinking I would make keto-friendly cookies for everyone, but once I got a load of the prices for ingredients for keto baking, I decided everyone got one keto bar and I would make the rest regular =) I actually did really well making the things and not eating them all =)

I chose lemon bars this year. Not something I’d done before. They looked super easy, then when I started making them, I remembered what a pain zesting a lemon was. All things considered, though, it wasn’t too bad. And I found a keto version. Then they all didn’t turn out the way I wanted, so I supplemented with chocolate chip cookies. I also have stuff to make keto chocolate chip cookies, but that’s another task for another day.

Here are observations after one week:

1. This is the first time since the medication debacle began back in July that I’ve had consistent blood sugar numbers under 200! Yay!
2. I generally have a very hard time with leg and foot cramps at night. Since beginning a keto way of eating, I have not had any cramps.
3. I think I am starting to feel higher energy.
4. I know that if I come from a place of deprivation, I cannot succeed on a diet. Keto seems to have a lot of options and ways to make food that make me not feel deprived. I like this a lot.
5. It really isn’t that hard, it’s just a different way of eating. Honestly, the bread and potatoes thing is the hardest for me. I’ve always said, if there were a friend potato diet, I would be thing. The Irish in me, perhaps.

That’s about it.

I live in a beautiful place. The pic is a sunrise from a couple days ago. Taken by my friend Pinktini

Enjoy your Sunday, everyone!