Keto Vacation – At Last!!!!!

Yesterday was a day I was looking forward to for so long.  Since I finally achieved the goal of getting my weight under 200 pounds for the first time since the early 1980’s my keto sensei gave me permission to delve into the world of carbohydrates one day a week and yesterday was that long anticipated day!

First I had to survive the work day.  I don’t know what it is about air travel but it seems to sap the will in some insidious manner.  My boss was surprised when I showed up for work.  I hadn’t even thought about it, I was home, I was going into work.  I wish I’d known about his attitude about a day of rest ahead of time.  I would have gone in any way because one of my subordinate managers is replacing me out in California next week and I wanted to make sure she was prepared since it’s her first time out there.  It was a very looooong day though.  I was a little pissed at myself for my lack of energy. 

I didn’t even have the drive to recover Buddy last night, which will wait until this morning.  The house was seething with quiet which is inappropriate for a Friday night.  My daughter called with some promising news and, as always, immediately lifted my spirits.  I was now ready for my carbs. 

Based on my sensei’s warning I only went for a small pizza, two sizes down from my former standard of giant.  When the waitress arrived my long suppressed compulsion for Zorba’s pizza exploded with passion.  It smelled so good!  I savored the moment and freaked the waitress out a little bit.  She was wondering why delivering a pizza would bring tears to my eyes. 

So, So, So Good

I downed the pizza readily but it was not the religious experience I was expecting.  As with all things keto, my sensei was right.  Heretofore this small pizza would have only wet my appetite for another couple of pizzas, but I was completely stuffed.  I was a little frustrated but there was no way I was going to deny myself dessert, remember this is only a once a week thing.  I was shortly the proud owner of a giant serving of ice cream, tears again.  It did not survive the first five minutes of my return home. 

At Last!!!!

I got back on the phone with my wife last night and she was thankfully coherent this time.  She and I were able to watch the Red Sox game together since it was playing down in Panama as well.  It was so cool to be on the phone with her when Salty, her Red Sox paramour, launched a grand slam to pulverize the hated Yankees.  So much fun. 

Salty, AKA my Wife's Boyfriend, Driving a Stake in the Heart of the Evil Empire

Since I wasn’t getting a lot of work done yesterday I finished off the latest John Ringo book, Under a Graveyard Sky.  I love Ringo’s work and he’s one of the very best describing close combat situations.  This is the first book in a new series exploring what seems to be everybody’s favorite genre, a zombie apocalypse.  (Thank God the adolescent vampire thing is dying out).   

This book took themes from a couple of his other series in that it resembled a futuristic earth that experienced a similar fall from grace and it has a very young, but very deadly girl who loves to kill zombies, definitely channeling her inner Cally O’Neal.  I liked the way Ringo set this up as they aren’t really undead zombies but victims of a biological attack.  The world is still in chaos and his hardy band of survivors are bent on holding back the night.  As a side note, it was also extremely cool to all of a sudden run across the quote from Dylan Thomas upon which I named this very same blog.  Synergy.