Too Fatties Keto Adventures

It appears I have not lost any weight (overall) since the end of June. I am going to have to do some hard calculating on macros and why I am not losing weight. I still feel good. I have energy, but then again, I've always had energy. I just have a little bit more now. I'm eating at or under my macros. I don't use a lot of sugar substitutes...other than in my morning coffee. I've been doing 18-hour fasts (not eating until lunch) a couple times a week. I *am* in ketosis. My new blood monitor shows that I stay at 1.1 or 1.2 consistently. My blood glucose is generally between 86 and 93...and I've never had a reading higher than 100 after eating (2 hours). So I am still a bit lost as to why the weight loss has stalled....and for so long. I upped my water intake. Upped my electrolytes. I use MCT powder. And will be adding bone broth this week. I simply must get past this block. Because I know me....if I can't lose weight (even a small amount), I will say F it and

Over the weekend of the 6th, the husband and I went three hours south to a friends house for yard camping, bonfire enjoying, bbq eating, fun. We didn't eat Keto...but that was planned. We had fried alligator, biscuits and gravy, and glorious doritos! A 'beer float' planned for saturday...which was a blast. What I got to experience of it, that is. You see, I fell....down the side of the put-in point and landed smack in the river. Thought I broke my ankle. So I paddled to the nearest take-out point, which wasn't really a take-out point, where my husband called the paramedics. It was so steep, and muddy at the bottom, they had to wench me up the side, to a waiting emergency 4-wheeler, with a ride through a farmers field (sorry soybeans!) to the waiting ambulance. The ER doc said it wasn't broken, but sprained and strained. Huh. Coulda fooled me. It hurt like the dickens! He gave me a walking boot and left....and I couldn't walk in the boot. I couldn

I found a Keto ice cream recipe...which I switched up a bit...but it's fabulous. I mean, I love ice cream. Really, I do. Have I told you about the time I was six months old? Well, let me tell you- I was six months old, and my parents gave me a small vanilla ice cream cone. I didn't drop a drop. End of story. heh. Yeah, my love of ice cream goes way back....at least fif...I mean several years. Give me a day or two and I will have a video to go with this post!