Keto and Analysis Paralysis

All the noise, noise, NOISE!! Make it stop!! (Oh, the humanity!) 😱

I'm reading Malcolm Gladwell's "Blink," a book about how quick, almost knee-jerk reactions and decisions are often the best ones to make and that sometimes more information leads us to poorer decisions than if we kept things simple. Some of the examples he provides—ranging from war games to antiquities authentications to buying jam in a farmer's market stall—explain how we can quickly get side-tracked by gathering ALL the information we can when a couple of salient facts are all that is needed. Sometimes more data or options distract us from what needs doing and which choices are best.

I read books on many topics, and this one has nothing to do with nutrition or eating habits. But I realized how the examples and studies Mr. Gladwell cites speak perfectly to some things I notice when talking to people when they start the ketogenic protocol. While keto is simple, many of us clutter things up by seeking information, suggestions, and input from as many sources as possible. Some people insist they "must understand how it all works" before implementing a change in their diet, or their life, for that matter. This attitude has always seemed like a stalling tactic. I don't know how my tv control works. I just need to know which buttons to press to get results.

Anywho, the problem with all that fact-finding is that (1) some people in the keto-sphere aren't providing facts. They say the opposite of what is true trying to sell something, and (2) we can become overwhelmed by too many voices and too much noise.

The protocol is straightforward: Keep your carbohydrate intake to 20/g per day or fewer (that's total carbs, not net carbs); if it's not on Page 4, don't eat it (but a list isn't necessary: eat fatty sources of protein, limited amounts of non-starchy vegetables and limited amounts of full-fat dairy); don't eat if you're not hungry; stop eating when satiated.

That's it.

Some recommend micro-managing how many grams of protein and fat to consume (I never have), will insist on restricting the time of day to eat (I don't), and that percentages of macronutrients must be monitored and regulated (nope). Oh, and if you just buy their "keto" kit, meal plan, supplements, and shakes, you can succeed.

You do what works for you, but all that is tosh as far as I'm concerned.

Unfortunately, many people get confused by the drone of recommendations. Worse, some become demoralized. The constant buzz about keto can make us a bit crazy, like a virtual "Taos Hum," planting conflicting advice in our ears:

"Eat at least 200 grams of fat every day! You must eat fat to burn fat!" (false)

"At least 7 cups of leafy greens every day or your liver will suffer" (ditto: false)

"Eat anything you want as long as you combine raw protein, cooked grains, bee pollen, and kombucha at noon every day!" (Ok, I made that one up, but don't be surprised if you hear it.)

When faced with too many choices, we sometimes default to the easy one: doing nothing—limiting our sources to a few rather than a lot may serve us better. Doing something to improve our health and lives and simply feeling more in control is preferable to the status quo.

Take a break from the Keto Cacophony. Keep things simple. And, like my mugs and shirts read: "Lay off the Carbs and Lay off the Excuses."

(BTW, I won't ever shill food products, supplements, or such, but I'll sell you a mug all day long! 😉)


Getting to the Core of Things (and the arms, legs, back and shoulder)

my fancy new scale. so much data!

A few days into 2014, I found myself in a dreary state of mind. I’ve written about this before, but suffice to say that I was not a happy camper. While my life has always been pretty great and was then, the world inside my head was dismal. I was in my mid-fifties and had been morbidly obese for much of the preceding thirty years. Yes, that means that from my twenties to my fifties, I was fat. That day in 2014, I changed the food I ate and lost 97.4 pounds. Simply put, I laid off the carbs. I continue to do so and I've been weight-stable for over five years. My life could scarcely be more different than it was that long ago Wednesday morning. I left a decades-long career and dove into the unknown. I couldn't have invented what I do now, getting to speak to people from all over the world, to hear their stories, to hope that my story may ring true with others and that they can feel better and be healthier. The goings-on inside my head now matches the beautiful life with which I've been blessed.

So, what's next?

That question has sprung up several times over the last few years. I have traveled the same stages of life that most of us do. Raise children/release them. Navigate marriage/try to avoid killing each other. Enjoy a youthful body/kiss it goodbye. Now, though, I'm in what I can only describe as a fine-tuning stage of my life. Health, emotional happiness, security, stability. Check, check, check, and checkarooni. What I am after now is strength. I have emotional strength. I want a strong body.

To that end, I am diving deeper into something I've been doing for some time: increasing core strength via resistance training. I wrote long ago about exercise and how it "was time." And it was. I've been at it, in various incarnations for years now. (Of course, I went the 'move more, eat less' route for the entirety of my overweight years. Take a gander at the Before Photos tab on this space, and you'll see what a round person in triathlon kit looks like—and how unhappy she looked, to boot.)q

No, this time, I'm honing in on body composition, not working out to lose weight. (That has pretty much always been a losing proposition, anyway). I want more increase the lean, decrease the fat. I work out every weekday on my Total Gym, each session focusing on a major muscle movement group. For those interested, my current regimen is:

  • Mondays - legs

  • Tuesdays - chest & shoulders

  • Wednesdays - core

  • Thursdays - arms (the hardest!)

  • Fridays - back

There is a snazzy scale many doctors and clinics use for measuring various components of weight. It employs bioelecrical impedance analysis to measure body composition: skeletal muscle mass (yay!), body fat mass (boo!), body fat percentage (also, boo), BMI, and BMR (basal metabolic rate, or the approximate number of calories required if one just sits all day—which I used to do a LOT!) I've invested in the consumer version of that scale. Several weeks ago, I stepped on it for the first time, followed the instructions, and recorded the results. This set of numbers gave me a baseline. Every Saturday morning since, I've repeated the process, logging the figures on a spreadsheet with accompanying charts.

from 2.12.2022. fat mass (the yellow line) is trending upward based on the previous six weeks data while skeletal muscle mass trends lower. 😕

I'm truly curious to see what happens. I've decided to share the charts for skeletal muscle mass and body fat mass here and will post weekly updates, warts an' all. I won't share the actual numbers. (I'm scrupulous about not sharing my weight in any way, not wanting someone to think they should weigh as much or as little as I. Knowing how many pounds of lean mass and fat mass may allow math whizzes to calculate my weight. My Lovely Mate doesn't even know that number!) At this point, I'm more interested in the trend-lines from the data than the numbers themselves.

from 2.26.2022. fat mass) is trending downward. skeletal muscle mass trends higher. 💪

So far, I’m pleased. I designed the charts to reflect the answer to the question, ‘if the next six weeks were like the past six weeks, what would the number be? You can see the a couple of weeks ago that answer showed body fat mass trending higher than skeletal muscle mass. No es bueno. But, as of the past Saturday, the trend-lines are reversed. ¡Muy bueno!

There's no telling how things may change or if they will at all. I'm glad to have specifics to track, happy for a new spreadsheet opportunity, and hopeful that, going forward, there is as much left for me to learn about myself, my capabilities, and my potential as laid ahead of me that morning in 2014 when I thought the best was behind me.

Boy, howdy, was I wrong.


Disclaimer: I’m not a medical doctor, researcher, or Ph.D., but instead, I’ve been fortunate to have had the time and resources to research the ketogenic diet, also known as LCHF (low carb/high fat). The information I share is based solely on my understanding of that research. We are all responsible for our own choices, including what we put in our mouths, and there’s no substitute for each of us checking things out ourselves. And I’m not a medical professional in any way. Go Keto With Casey is not a medical site. “Duh,” you might say. But best to make it clear to all. I welcome questions, comments, and even civil criticism. I’m still learning. So, if you have something to add, go for it. Links in this post and all others may direct you to affiliate links, where I will receive a small amount of the purchase price of any items you buy through those links. Thanks!



Our Ideal Weight? According to Whom?

Over the last two or three generations, in the western world, at least, what we weigh as measured by a scale has come to dominate our self-image. Granted, carrying around excess "baggage" is something upon which others may judge us. It seems that every twenty pounds of extra body fat translate into a ten-point reduction in IQ. And at some point, we've started to incorporate this bias into our attitudes about ourselves. "Failure" and "lacking willpower" and "loser" become self-descriptors. These thoughts morph into "unworthy," "unlovable," and "unfit." We somehow convince ourselves that we're no longer qualified to participate in our lives. All of this often is triggered after stepping onto a bathroom appliance.

Let's think about that. Allowing a day to be ruined - or made, for that matter - by a number on a scale is, excuse the bluntness, ludicrous. Does it make sense that the difference of two-tenths of a pound one way or another is sufficient to make us question our value? Are we somehow ineligible to walk amongst those lucky, those superior, people who gazed upon the number shown between their feet and gleefully hopped off, embarked upon their day, confident and deserving of happiness and success due to weighing one-half a pound less than last Monday? They're a success, and we're a doltish buffoon, incapable of "achieving" that measly fraction of a pound, kilo, or stone reduction.

Of course, we're not worthy. It's obvious, right? The scale tells us all we need to know about ourselves. We want to weigh X, and the scale reads Q: not even an adjacent letter but one way off. The scale may be a jerk, but we're the ones giving it credence. We transfer our power as sentient creatures to an inanimate object. One we paid for, for God's sake. Let's think about that; something we own—a device for which we paid, and that is our property—is ruining our day. Worse, it may destroy an entire week or month, depending on how often we step on the thing as if we have no choice in the matter.

"I must weigh myself. How else will I know what kind of day lays in store for me? How else will I know to feel?"

It's as if only Mr. Health O Meter, Ms. Tanita, Taylor, or Aria know the measure of our value.

Full disclosure: I write this as someone who has weighed and documented my weight virtually every day since December 18, 2000. And for most of the years since then—before I started the ketogenic protocol— I was the masochist described above. I would emerge from the bathroom demoralized or elated. Fractions of a pound of weight loss or increase determined my mood. (I had long given up hope for dramatic weight shifts. Most years, I started January hoping that December would find me ten pounds lower. Just ten. "That's all I ask, Universe!" I never lost those ten pounds and was more likely to have gained five.) I had no ideal weight in mind. It just needed to be a number lower than whatever glared at me from the scale.

Things started to change when I laid off the carbs, however. Although losing weight wasn't my motivation for starting the ketogenic (low carb) diet, having given up on that years prior, I did indeed lose. After about forty pounds gone, I felt so much better I would often tell My Lovely Mate that I didn't care if I didn't shift another ounce because the improvements in the way I felt were enough for me. Over time, though, I lost another fifty pounds or so, getting to that "ideal weight" neighborhood. I hadn't even been in the same time zone of an ideal weight, let alone its neighborhood. I don't share my weight but suffice to say that I'm pleased. I no longer frame my identity based on how much less or more I weigh than any chart, app, or actuarial table. And my weight has nothing to do with what another person should weigh. Humans are too varied and complex to be boiled down to a single formula regarding height, gender, age, and activity level. I dare say a healthy weight is whatever one weighs then they feel healthy. We know when we feel unwell. Even if some of us have grown so accustomed to the malaise that we can't quite put our fingers on it, we know things are just not quite right.

Fortunately, feeling better can be at hand. Laying off the carbs helps almost immediately. The most important thing is to feel healthier and happier. The trick is not to let real successes be overshadowed by a number on a bathroom scale not reading what we want. I have heard from people who share half a dozen improvements in their life after emerging from the carb-coma: no more joint pain, coming off medications, increased energy, mood regulation. But they then go back to their former eating habits because they "only" lost X number of pounds.

Wha???

It is a perverse corner into which we've painted ourselves. I've written before about the outsized role the scale plays in our lives and how we should pare it down to size, so to speak.But it bears repeating that in the grand scheme of things, trying to meet an arbitrary number that someone came up with somewhere, some time, for some arcane reason, is not what we should be about. We need to take care of our health.

The rest is, you should pardon the expression, icing on the cake. (Let's make that gravy: cream gravy. Yeh, that's the ticket.)


Disclaimer: I’m not a medical doctor, researcher, or Ph.D., but instead, I’ve been fortunate to have had the time and resources to research the ketogenic diet, also known as LCHF (low carb/high fat). The information I share is based solely on my understanding of that research. We are all responsible for our own choices, including what we put in our mouths, and there’s no substitute for each of us checking things out ourselves. And I’m not a medical professional in any way. Go Keto With Casey is not a medical site. “Duh,” you might say. But best to make it clear to all. I welcome questions, comments, and even civil criticism. I’m still learning. So, if you have something to add, go for it. Links in this post and all others may direct you to affiliate links, where I will receive a small amount of the purchase price of any items you buy through those links. Thanks!