Low Carb While on Vacation? Beach Please.

Few things inspire me to take a nosedive into poor eating habits faster than going on vacation. Eating has always been an extremely social event in our home, and I adore going to familiar favorite restaurants at the places we enjoy visiting. The good news / bad news is that this was more of a mini-holiday, and I only spent three of the five days living up my carb-packed feeding frenzy.

In the past, my departure from the ketogenic menu has been swift and unforgiving. I would misstep once and would instantly find myself back at square one. My old eating patterns would resume, and I would be disappointed once more but unsurprised.

The interesting part about this keto hiatus was that it was more eye-opening than derailing. Within a few hours of my chowing on chips and some fried naughtiness, my digestive system decided to prove how unhappy it felt about that action. I won’t be elaborating any further on that. My head started to hurt, my muscles and joints ached, I felt exhausted, and I had nightmares when I slept.

Maybe my symptoms were due to the heat or perhaps they were a direct response to the way that family holidays have a tendency to be significantly NOT relaxing. But I honestly don’t believe that. I just didn’t feel good eating the old foods. The flavors tasted good to me but not so good that I was willing to keep feeling sluggish and achy.

So now I’m back to low carb. I’m not gonna lie. I wish that I could have all that other stuff and still feel good. But ultimately, I can’t because I don’t. It just isn’t worth the body drama and trauma anymore. At least I’m back on track again.

Quick Update on Week One of Low Carb – Keto-ish Me

Well I’m still alive, so that’s a positive. Also I’ve stuck to the low carb menu with shocking ease. I keep waiting for the standard carb rage / sugar craving temper tantrums to kick in, but those have yet to occur.

A couple of days ago, I had a check-up with my hoo-hah-ologist and was inadvertently forced to weigh myself while there. The number showed that I was down six pounds (in less than a week)! I was so stunned that I threw caution to the wind and decided to weigh myself at home, too. Six pounds down confirmed! Unfortunately that number bounced back up by a couple of pounds once the week marker actually struck a day or so later, but hey – that’s still four pounds in a week. Overall I’d say that doesn’t suck. 🙂

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