So, on Father’s Day I drove a few hours to see my dad. My father is a carb-eating machine, with the waistline to prove it. He and my step mother also enjoy alcohol, something I usually imbibe in when I’m visiting. They’ve been proud of my progress and supportive of my new way of eating, but they’ve also made it clear they have no desire to come to the keto side.
I had planned to make dinner for him and decided on beef tips with a mushroom cream sauce, steamed green beans and mashed potatoes for the carb eaters. While meal prepping, I had a few glasses of wine. (Not unusual pre-keto but not at all common since I’ve converted to the keto way.) Whelp, I apparently completed cooking the meal, though I have NO MEMORY of it. Or anything else from that night. I’m not proud of myself, but I apparently got blackout intoxicated.
I sheepishly asked my husband the next day if I did anything embarrassing, argued with anyone (hopefully not my dad, gulp) or injured myself. He said he had no clue I was drunk, EXCEPT I picked up a piece of fresh bread that was on the dinner table, buttered it up and ate it like nothing. I’ve not had one cheat since I started this at the end of December and apparently just went for it. (I left the mashed potatoes alone, apparently.) AND I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER IT!
So, ya’ll were right: Keto makes you a lightweight with alcohol. And alcohol and restricted eating do not go together.
The scale was up slightly but not much this morning. I didn’t feel sick the next day, as some have reported. I’m ketoing on. But lesson learned. Gah.