Thanks to everyone for their caring responses and story sharing. It actually felt good to write it out. It re-affirmed the determination to not follow the follies of my parents’ generation but to pursue my own.
Had a great chat with Mrs. Bear today. She is turning 50 this year but looks like a 30 year old. She has been resistant to my ‘extreme eating’ and the deep dive I’m taking into carnivore, in a big part as a therapeutic diet, as mentioned before. Mrs. Bear was once a vegetarian. She appeared in a bikini to take Billie to the beach and she looks like a swimsuit model. Like my paleolithic ancestors I have no idea what she weighs. Then she told me how she has not gone low carb, she has just stopped eating fruit bowls (like you find at Californian smoothie bars) for breakfast and stopped eating “protein energy balls” with cups of tea after yoga. She has reduced her feeding window down to 4 hours after listening to a Pilates podcast about burning off body fat, with a cup of tea and a boiled egg in the afternoon, and then a massive green summer salad, or vegetables with a protein focus such as good size portion of fish or meat. She might have one piece of in-season summer fruit after that. I’m not going to tell her that she is eating keto. Nup, I agree (husband instinct) definitely not low-carb.
This is a dam down the valley a bit. Others might call it a lake. It’s both, I guess.
Heat wave continues. Bushfires are threatening towns in the region. Our area burned a few weeks ago and didn’t go up again today. It might rain on Sunday.
Mrs. Bear baked me beef ribs. I had a big chunk last night and the second big chunk cold this evening. Much easier to eat the fat involved when the meat is hot. Drinking rain water from the tanks, it’s delicious. NoFUN (No Food Until Noon) 1 coffee day today but still haven’t weaned off the cream. Four eggs scrambled cooked in beef tallow. Getting out in the sunshine bucket watering the food forest.
Sleep was difficult due to all over muscle and joint soreness made me wake each time I shifted. But that reduced during the day so I could take Billie the Labrador for an evening walk. She walked, I limped. We walk around the property, rather than heading 5 minutes to the beach (now, that’s plain lazy).