Slow recovery and horrible green things

I'm pretty sure my virus is done. Hooray. I'm still coughing up things ranging from chartreuse to pea-green, including a random few bronchial casts1. And first thing in the morning, some of my ejecta is so dark that it could double as scabs.

Hooray for night-time drying effects? I guess?

And for those of you who are watching my weight with concern, I actually wobbled upwards by 0.1 of a kilo and am holding steady in the 84 kilo range. And I have graphs to back up the fact that I am not, in fact, killing myself with this "new fad diet" 9_9 [actually, it's a case of everything old being new again]

[Shown here: A graph of my weight gains and losses with a vertical, dividing line at a peak marked 88.8 kilos. There is also a bolder trend line over the paler, zig-zagging, actual weight]

That vertical line in the image above shows the day I started on Keto. As you can see, I have valleys and peaks on the actual weight line, and a general slope downwards with the odd plateau on the trend line. That steep cliff right at the end? That's largely due to me not eating because Lurgi.

I expect a clamber upwards for a little while and then resume the general downwards trend as things even out. As with all dieters, I share my successes, even when they're a statistical blip.

And before you ask, the dotted blue line with the star on it is the goal I set for myself when I weighed a hundred kilos, back in 2013. I haven't updated it yet to the new Ideal BMI weight2 of 70 kilos, because I figure it's achievable on this new diet, but I will be happy at whatever equilibrium I reach, come late November of 2018.

But onto more annoying news: Your GP is not allowed to tell you that Keto works, that Keto can help with just about everything (except those pesky bacterial infections, it seems) that a high-carb diet can engender. Your GP has to tow the high-carb, low-fat line or they lose their medical license, they get smeared all over the news, and otherwise made a pariah.

I'm sure billions of dollars from the Monsan-toe-rags and the agricultural associations come into this somewhere. They're making a killing out of this. Financially and literally.

I'm waiting for the day that GP's all over the place pull a Bob Parr and exaggeratedly tell their patients that they just can't advise that they try the Ketogenic diet, with full information for free at the following url... and so forth. And finish by loudly insisting that they keep up with the party line. That would be great.

But that won't happen, belike. Money talks louder than mountains of solid, scientific, documented evidence, so... we just have to put up with things until things finally turn around.

And speaking of turning things around... I have a quack's appointment in a couple of hours, so I'd better wriggle on with my fiction.

  1. grossness warning before you go googling those. They are actual moulds made inside the bronchii with a mixture of existing mucous and excess calcium. And I am possibly the only person on the planet who thinks these things are cool.

  2. Yes. I refer to the BMI as the Bullshit Medical Indicator. And it is bullshit. But it's bullshit that the medical profession is legally obligated to work with, so I'm going to continue Keto until I can prove that everything they know is wrong.