One thing that keto has NOT helped with is my deep and abiding hatred of the heat. And by heat, I mean anything above 60 degrees in the sun.
Today, they forecast 74. In Portland, Oregon, meteorologist’s language, that means “Actually 76 and probably 78 and if you add the direct sun bearing down on your scalp straight through that sunhat, closer to 98.”
After loading, unloading, and spreading two loads of soil I felt my legs buckle under me a couple times, and called it a day. Am sitting here now with one of those freezer gel packs balanced right on top of my head.
And it’s only May.