ex150ish-4-sour-cream

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19/11/23 92.8 36.24 0 1

18/11/23 92.3 36.84 0 0.5 ← the first time in years I have skipped a dose of desiccated thyroid

17/11/23 92 36.18 0 1

16/11/23 91.9 36.62 0 1

15/11/23 91.7 36.81 0 1

14/11/23 91.3 36.8 0 1

13/11/23 91.7 36.75 0 1

12/11/23 92.2 36.71 0 1

11/11/23 91.6 36.73 0 1

10/11/23 91.9 37.07 0 1

09/11/23 91.4 36.93 0 1

08/11/23 91.6 36.91 0 1

07/11/23 92.3 36.9 0 1

06/11/23 92.6 36.61 1 1

05/11/23 93.3 36.86 0 1

04/11/23 92.9 37.11 0 1

03/11/23 94.2 36.72 0 1

02/11/23 94.2 36.44 0 1

01/11/23 93.9 36.51 1 1

31/10/23 94 36.55 0 1

30/10/23 95.1 36.69 1 1

So I originally called this ex150ish-4, because I didn't think that the soured cream and crème fraîche that I added for taste purposes would make much difference.

But u/exfatloss, it seems, has a very different reaction to sour cream (hyperphagia) than to double cream (satiety), and so I want to be more careful in retrospect, and I'm changing the name to ex150ish-4-sour-cream to make the point, just in case.

The whole thing was a bit different, anyway.

I really liked both soured cream and crème fraîche, and soured cream (acid) more than crème fraîche (creamy), but I ate a lot of both.

I found myself not eating much double cream at all, because I just preferred the other two. Double cream doesn't keep as well, so it kept going off.

For the first few days it worked exactly as expected. Rapid apparent weight loss as I (assume) consumed my glucose reserves and lost the associated water. Feeling good, no obvious 'keto flu'.

That might be the effect of the electrolyte supplement (Iron Labs Nutrition Electrolytes Tablets https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07YN75QLS).

I took a pill every day for the first few days. I'm also making sure that I get plenty of salt, although since I never got any sign of 'keto flu' I never actually drank salt water.

Then I got an actual virus of some sort. Probably just a common cold, but it wiped me out. A shame, because the mental clarity and endless energy of ketosis are still my favourite bit of all this. I didn't get that, I just felt virusy and tired with a sore throat. And I had a fever, which manifested itself as feeling really cold while having a slightly increased waking temperature (37 rather than 36.7).

Nevertheless, rapid weight loss for the first two weeks, exactly as usual.

But I had no particular reason to end ex150ish-4-soured cream, so I kept doing it for longer than usual, partly I think because I just wanted my mental clarity and endless energy, goddamnit. I felt a bit robbed.

And I got it, it was lovely. But the weight loss stopped. My lowest weight was actually 91.3kg on Tuesday 14th, but on the graph that last week looks like a plateau with a bit of noise, to me.

I've never done this for more than two weeks before, so I don't know if that would have been what happened anyway, or whether that's an effect of the sour cream.

I was curious as to what would happen if I held it another week, but I thought "Don't be a Psycho" (Rule IV). This diet is perfectly comfortable, and it feels like I could hold it indefinitely, but it is still really weird, and I don't want to push too hard.

This time I decided I would recarb cautiously, instead of eating a pile of carbohydrates and passing out.

So strange to think that the last time I did this it was full summer. The previous recarbs were all barbecues.

It's winter now. I make tea for my choir on Thursday night and to go with the tea I buy these: https://www.sainsburys.co.uk/gol-ui/product/sainsburys-highland-all-butter-shortbread-fingers-200g

Because they are both delicious and utterly innocent.

Wheat, butter, sugar, salt.

Perfectly designed to give a man a heart attack, according to our friends in medical "science".

Perfectly traditional and wholesome food, according to me.

And before you ask, ammonium bicarbonate is a very traditional raising agent. I think it predates bicarbonate of soda.

(Do I shill well, oh my masters? Is the cheque in the post?)

Disclaimer:

This is obviously medical advice, but you should not take it, because I am an irresponsible idiot. And also an enemy of correct thought and a corrupter of the young. It is only for looking at. If you act on it you will kill yourself. You can blame me if you like, but you'll have trouble suing me if you're dead, won't you? I will just laugh.

Also the Arts Picturehouse is great. The membership deal is out of this world. The only loyalty card I have ever owned.

I don't even really mind that they track everything I watch and everything I eat and drink there, or that they're owned by the gigantic and presumably pitilessly efficient multiplex chain Cineworld that might as well be Nazis and that their algorithms have almost certainly spotted how ruthlessly I optimize my life around their free filter coffee and the excellent wireless in their lovely quiet café with its perfect light and friendly staff and slight shortage of power sockets isolated above the mad rush of Regent Street on the first floor above the big Wetherspoons right in the middle of town with a view of the turning leaves on the beautiful trees in Emmanuel College as I write. Join now.

I cautiously ate four shortbread biscuits.

Did I mention how good the pizzas are? They also show most of the good films, if you like that sort of thing. Dream Scenario this afternoon was excellent.

Twenty minutes later I'm sweating like a whore. Wearing a T-shirt in a cold church hall in November. I also noticed that I got faint every time I stood up. So probably low blood pressure as well as overheating.

But by the time we got to the pub I felt fine.

The following day I added a bit of porridge to my stew, to thicken it and make it carby. Easy does it.

And then the day after that all that went out the window because I forgot to eat all day and as I walked home I passed Nanna Mexico, which I thought had gone out of business, but one of whose outlets seems to have survived on Petty Cury and I practically swivelled in there and bought a big-ass burrito (that is literally the name of the product), which for all its traditional Mexican wholesomeness and all its heritage from the owner's Mexican grandma and all that is still a great big wodge of rice wrapped in bread.

And I cycled home thinking: "That was absolutely delicious... Oh God, here it comes", and just made it before I started sweating like two whores and passed out.