Day 13 of Whole 30 *(3) - Saturday Sept 8 -- "Keep the Rubber Side Down!"
Day 13 of 30: (Sat)
Fat: 48.9 - 40%
Protein 59.2gm - 22%
Carbs: 48.9gm - 18%
weight: 149.4 (-5lbs) ---
It's Saturday and the day started with my husband taking me out for breakfast to our favourite little place. With a good menu and a flexible chef, it's easy to stay within the daily requirements. The next meal was dinner, followed by a near death experience, which resulted in me having two glasses of wine (more on that shortly).
Dinner was loads of veggies from our neighbourhood farm, and a really nice cut of steak. During dinner, and as dusk is starting to set, Hubby announces that the domestic bunny that I'm tasked with looking after, is 'missing in action'. We let the bunny out to roam the garden and hubby either fell asleep or didn't notice that bunny was MIA.
This newsworthy item led me to directly exiting from dinner in search of "Flapjacks". I couldn't find Flapjacks anywhere. My dog, 'Basil' was on the hunt with me and this rabbit was No Where to be found. Hubby joins in the search and it's starting to rain and it's getting dark.
I spot a small opening in our fence into our neighbour's yard and wonder if Flapjacks is over there. I use a chair to peer over our 12' privacy fence but can't see Flapjacks anywhere. Neighbours are away for the weekend and they "nail" their gates shut, so I couldn't get into their garden.
Next thing I know, Hubby who is 5'9" pulls up a chair to the 12' fence and begins to scale it, over into the neighbour's garden -- at which point there is a heart-stopping 'CRACK' and a scream. The 12' horizontal planking of the fence, and my husband crash 14' below, onto their stone steps. I rush over to the chair to peer over the fence, and my husband is bleeding from the head and not moving. I run around the front of our property to try to break into the neighbour's "Fort Knox" garden --- no deal. I run to the other side of their garden where their 2nd fence is bolted up with a padlock (what's with the heavy armour, me thinks). So, now I'm ripping the panels of their fence off. (Did I mention my husband is a surgeon and any broken bones is going to result in a problem for us?)
I'm calling to my husband that I can't get into the garden, trying to get his attention. He stumbles to his feet, and is bleeding from the front of his head AND the rear of his head. The rear gash was about 4" x 3".
Now, my husband is a man with a lot of pride, and he doesn't like anyone playing doctor to him. So, he starts telling me the diagnosis. Since neither of us can get him out of the garden in any safe manner --- the only option is for him to climb back over (it was an option that I didn't support, but you can't tell hubby anything). So, hubby, bleeding, clammers up 14' while I hold the chair steady on my side of the fence. I'm trying to 'help' him but of course, "I don't need any help". At this point, out of the corner of my eye -- I see bunny make a break for it, and run across our lawn --- SUCCESS! Flapjacks has returned!
So, long story short, hubby's not going to any 'damn hospital' and I ran for my surgical supplies. I come back out wearing surgical gloves, with ice, bags of frozen peas, gauze, bandaids etc etc. My hubby asks why I'm wearing surgical gloves (dah, so that I don't contaminate the wounds -- everyone knows that!).
Anyway, poor darling can barely move this morning and the front of his head, his eye, the back of his head are a mess. I don't know what he's going to tell patients tomorrow :0
SORRY FOR THE LONG EXPLANATION ON why I then poured myself 2 glasses of wine - - the thought of what COULD have happened sunk in and I needed a 'debriefing with a good Cab'.
This leads me to my Paleo Learning Lessons for Saturday:
1. Near death crisis situations call for red wine --- even when you are in a strict Whole 30;
2. Scaling fences, even as a fit, Paleo athlete may not be the wisest idea --- but bunny's life was at stake;
3. I fully expected to be knocked out of Ketosis Sunday morning, but not so. I pee'd on my ketosis stik and well -- the colours don't lie! So, I'm getting the sense that so long as I'm eating <40grams of carbs a day, and avoiding all sugars, that I can jump into and out of ketosis with ease. I don't want to test this theory with too much alcohol while trying to lose this last bit of weight, but I'll put it into the book of 'next research project' .
Workout: 10km fast walk before dinner.
I also had to put away 2 more pairs of pants because my bum has shrunken so much that the linen pants look ridiculous on me. I'll weigh myself Monday morning but I'm sensing that I may have gone south of 149 which would send me over the moon with excitement.
Must dive into my studies now, but feeling good that the dreaded grocery shopping is done and bone broth is bubbling away. Poor hubby is trying to keep moving to prevent from getting too stiff. He's running the Toronto Marathon in a few weeks and then the NY marathon in early Nov --- there is healing to be done!
Enjoy your Sunday, everyone --- As we say in cycling: "Keep the rubber side down" -- which now applies to the soles of my hubby's shoes ;-p