My experience was rather the opposite. The height of my bad temper came on Sunday evening, when I had been eating keto all day, and there were no noticeable effects from the carbs at Christmas dinner on Monday. The explanation probably lies in the high stress levels all church organists experience in December, and in the fact that my sister took the burden of the holiday cooking on her shoulders—and I had the good sense to let her.
So for me, Christmas Day was really relaxed this year, and I received two excellent gifts that have really helped my mood, a Spotify gift certificate and noise-canceling headphones! I got to lie in all day yesterday (Tuesday) and check out my gifts—basically spending hours napping and listening to wonderful music. With all that Renaissance polyphony pouring over my ears, I hardly noticed any after-effects from the Christmas carbs. Though the story might very well have been different if I’d had to listen to the crappy music on my dad’s conservative religious radio station as usual.
I do think I should probably give away the remaining dark-chocolate
bars, however, and go back to munching pork rinds . . .
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