I’m in DC - like half a country away from home - celebrating big sister’s retirement after 30 years in the military.
I’m not gorging on carbs, but I’m also refusing to beat myself up about them this weekend either. They’re hard to avoid when you’re eating out every meal, but I’m still well under 100 grams for the day.
No point. Except life and restaurants happen. Also that keto will make it so two mixed drinks are enough to knock you on your ass.
Back home Sunday night. Looking forward to my eggs fried in butter and my pasture raised beef. Meanwhile I’m going to avail myself of food we just don’t see back home in flyover country.