This whole change has been an interesting journey. Keto is fascinating in its own right, but it also led me to IF, which I practice as a general thing, usually 16/8 but once every week or two I may go 20 hours or longer without eating. Not having to eat, not feeling hungry, is a trip. I still marvel at it.
And I can exercise while doing this. Last summer, when I was new to it, I found I had to take in some carbs (usually gatorade) right before doing something like mt biking, or I would just feel gassed the whole ride whenever I had to charge up a hill. This year, I don't need it. I go biking without the gatorade and feel just fine; I think I must be fully fat adapted, able to burn the fuel at hand. This morning, I had 2 cups of coffee, each with a dollop of heavy cream. At 1pm, I went on a 2 hour mt bike ride, maybe 10 miles and 1300' of climbing (yeah, probably slow pace for some of you people, but that's my pace so fuckit). Hadn't eaten anything. Felt fine, not hungry and not gassed. What the fuck? What is this strange sorcery going on inside my body?
So, yeah, I'm that guy, the punchline to the joke, "how do you tell someone is keto?" (alternate version: ski patroller, raft guide, does crossfit, etc) Answer: they'll tell you. Yeah, me, that guy, lol.
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
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