I Be That Very Witch

 A note: I wrote this entry over several days...so I am writing this from decidedly non-menstruating perspective. Newly recovered! Greetings!   I am reporting to you from the keto flu survival camp.  The last time I started keto, I wasn't in the middle of my forever period, so it didn't feel as devastating as this time around. This being said, the worst symptoms I experienced this time, was the brutal brain fog and fatigue...and of course, the consistent water retention.  Hormones are a helluva drug. Given the menstrual circumstances, I couldn't really tell too firmly if my weight had gone down at all, last week.  The intermittent fasting has also been a vicious challenge, because the last  thing you want to do during a 4 week period, is skip meals.  I ate breakfast for the remainder of my period, and it was beneficial.  Once my period cleared out here, I returned to fasting between 8pm and 12pm noon, the next day.  Bring on all the morn...

  She's back with tales from the plague Acceptance is a very interesting thing.   I know that, for myself, I like to think that I accept a lot.  A lot of the time. I accept my own limitations.  I accept that humans are flawed.   I accept that dieting pretty much always sucks, and that as soon I start, I will always want what I never actually craved before.   I accept that I can't have all  the press on nails, and I accept that I must settle for some. I accept that many things I believed, are no longer serving me. This last point, hit home this week...and the acceptance was different than I've felt before.  I felt it in my gut.  It could have been gas from my body adjusting to the keto diet, but I think more that it was a shift in my psyche. I've been pretty good at taking the reality of this pandemic as it comes.  I disagree with many of the actions the ruling bodies are taking in managing this, but I also understand that ...