BAM! Ugh.
Yesterday had NoFUN except a coffee. Does writing that I have a coffee trigger any one? Should I blur filter? No Food Until Noon. Then breakfast was 3 pan filling slices of middle bacon cooked in butter, 3 egg omelette, topped with Jarlsberg cheese 60g (guesstimate) and hard cheddar 45g.
I’m in that space. Do you know it? It happens in low carb, where one feels they need to be physically active. I think I saw @Fangs write about it back in October 2019. It’s not a planned exercise plan. It’s a I have to get up and move and lift stuff feeling. I usually swim or surf it out in the ocean, or take the Labrador a long way down the beach and back. Yesterday, it was time to build some cob filled steps to the backdoor. Making cob requires digging clay filled subsoil, and mixing it with straw then forming it into shape inside a frame. So it was digging, pushing and pulling a barrow, mixing with a mortar hoe, mud dancing and kicking… It was a 32’C, clear summer day. So it was proper, sweaty building work. I added some extra magnesium supplements into my drink breaks of fresh rain water.
After about 4 hours, it was time to stop the work day and head to the beach to wash off the mud and sweat. I do love working with natural materials. But my heart had flipped into atrial fibrillation (AF). That’s the Ugh at the start. A heart rate of about 120bpm +.
Most people would go to the ER. I went to the beach. I did a float in the calm, cool water and listened to my breathing. It’s interesting, but I can regulate my heart rate to a degree by concentrating on it and breathing. Not enough to drop it back down to my regular 60bpm.
So I went home and settled into my home treatment. A 300mg oral magnesium dose every half hour until gut tolerance is reached. I wash that down with 500mL (in 2 cups) of salty (added pink salt) beef, bone broth. But it was also time to eat steak. While the 350g scotch fillet was sizzling away in butter, i snacked on 4 cold chicken wings left over from last night and a lump of cheese. Then the steak with a Jarlsberg slice separating it from a fried egg hat. That steak was local, grass finished Angus. So, yummy.
After dinner, I stood in a hot shower to wash of the sea salt and do some calm breathing. By 8pm heart rate was back to 60bpm. I like this treatment that works for me much better than the high stress, needles, drips, monitors and bright lights of ER.
So, this is my carnivore ZC downfall, or Achilles Heel. This heart and electrolyte thing. It’s not the WOE, it is that I’m at a certain age where it hits males. But I have found a way to manage it within the WOE.