More Success Eleven Months of Carnivore
More Success Eleven Months CarnIvore
On our way from Italy
On our just completed trip across the Atlantic Ocean to teach painting in Russia and Italy, I saw even more improvements in my health capacity that I had previously been unaware. Every time I see new health improvements, I am pleasantly surprised.
In Moscow’s Red Square
I had no ear pain while flying! Previously when I anticipated having to fly, I dreaded the experience. For as long as I can remember intense pain was involved in flying. My ear pain during takeoff and landing was extreme. I bought EarPlanes, like I have used before but they aren’t completely successful, so I was not psyched to take the trip, or any trip that involved flying! As I boarded the plane I decided to not use the EarPlanes I had in my purse just to try out the state of my ears on an airplane. To my surprise I had no pain! I had healed my flying ear pain! A little history, for the whole first 6 months I was eating my new carnivore diet I coughed up mucus all day long. Really, every day, all day coughing up slimly mucus. Then it stopped! I’m believing that all the mucus was a sort of detox cleaning out the effects of eating copious amounts of vegetables for years and years. It’s not that I think vegetables are toxic, I just can’t argue with the results.
No more JetLag. Really We flew to Russia and neither one of us were tired at any time. And then we flew to Italy a shorter flight for sure, and still no jet-lag! We were just ready to work and have fun. After our 2 weeks of travel, we get home after a 9 hour flight, an hour in homeland security re-entry and an hour in customs where they confiscated my cured meat from Italy, an hour long bus ride to our car and unpacking when we arrived home after a 30 hour day at 10pm, in bed by 11pm our home time, but 5am Italian time. We were tired but not that much! A arose the next day after a good night sleep at about 7am ready for a productive day.
Now a few words about the ease of travel on this excellent diet. In Russia I couldn’t really find delicious cooked eggs and bacon until our last day. But I was always able to find good real protein. In fact there were restaurants where delicious burgers were available. I learned not to expect to be able to ask for changes from the offerings on the menu. If there was a bacon-cheese burger I could order it and just take all the offending foods, the bun and vegetables and put them on the side and eat the meat. Now in Italy circumstances were different. Every meal we either ate at the hotel restaurant or we were taken to a chef owned special cafe, enotecca, osteria, or ristorante. Breakfast was beautiful scrambled eggs, scrambled in olive oil, which of course is not an animal food, but I easily made an exception. The eggs were very dark yellow and were delicious. Sliced ham and cheese were served at breakfast but they were no substitute for my beloved bacon. Lunch and dinner were a different story. Piero, our tour director, knew everyone in town including all the chefs/owners of the places in town, Sant’Angelo in Vado. He talked to each chef making sure I would have meat or cheese to eat while everyone else was eating pasta and gnocchi. My problem was that in Italy they serve at least 3 courses for even simple meals. So the first course might be cured meats and several different delicious cheese, which would be all I would need. I would test my blood, when I usually plan my insulin injection, but I would never know how much to take or how much more the chef would bring. The second course might be a variety of grilled meat, again enough for a whole meal, and then the third course could be roasted rosemary chucks of beef. All delicious, and the chef would look hurt if I refused any of it! So I basically overate at all lunches and suppers. My blood sugars would run a little high and then I would have to take another shot of insulin to bring my blood sugars down. The improvement I will cite is that my blood sugars were never stubborn, they would always come right down and I always felt in control!
One last pleasant surprise. While in Italy we both thought we had eaten so, so much that we had probably gained weight. It wouldn’t have been horrible if we had, because both of us are a little underweight, and feel very comfortable in our clothes! I ate course after course of meat and all kinds of delicious cheeses, I thought sure I would have gained at least a few pounds. And my husband, figuring he was in Italy and that he was going to cheat on his carnivore diet, ate several desserts, anything that contained cream that could pass for quasi carnivore. He tried pasta once or twice and didn’t really care for it! He also ate quite a few veggies, lots of wine, appertifs and Prosecco. I’m not sure if anything has to do with the carnivore diet but I lost one pound and my husband gained less than half a pound.
Conclusion— After 11 months on the carnivore diet and a European trip, I’m still eating Carnivore, still enjoying this way of eating and still expecting pleasant surprises.
Breakfast in Moscow
Moscow dinner burger
Breakfast in Italy
Primo
Secondo
And more secondo?
Somehow staying lean in Italy!