Today is my 15th day in Keto. I’ve had 2 small slips during that time but otherwise really rigorous. I keep switching back and forth between burning fat and glucose. I’ll have this amazing, fabulous energy where I can barely sit still and go on cleaning frenzies, and then I’ll feel like sludge for a day. It’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Today was a sludge day, and I was pouting and wondering if this was ever going to work. I decided to weigh myself as part of my self-pity party because I was convinced I hadn’t even lost anything or maybe even gained. I stepped on the scale, glanced at the number, thought, “yeah, just like I thought…” And then did a double take. WAIT, the middle digit was an entire number lower! I’ve lost 8 pounds, holy cow. And I’m not medically overweight (just chasing a goal of supreme fitness) so 8 pounds is… unprecedented. I didn’t even lose this much when I did the lemon juice / cayenne cleanse in my 20’s.
I was suddenly inspired to throw out the remaining food items in my home that contain sugar and grain. I guess I was holding onto them just in case this didn’t work. But I’m a believer.
For reference, the highest ketone readings I’ve gotten has been 1.0 mm. My blood sugar is usually between 70-75.