A good bad sideways nap.

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The middle grumblings are back.  If feels as if I swallowed a square block and it has gotten somewhere well into the belly of the beast.  I huff, and I puff, or I want to, or not.  That even sounds dangerous, like any exertion would cause a rip somewhere less than a happy place for a tear.  I am hoping, when it hits the end of the line, that it is mostly gas.  Or I'll get an award for tearing a new one, if for a different reason than the game provides.  Mother what a deal.

Sleep was good, other than this belly issue.  Well, and it took longer than I had hoped.  I had the alarm set for two and change, ended up doing more like four.  I'm still not rested.  Couldn't rest with the bloat.  Couldn't roll as needed, couldn't rest as deeply as needed, and was a bit fevered.  I really wasn't sure, at first, what the gastro problem is.  At least until I was beginning to wake.  Finally, some gas.  That is the deal.  One of the problems, side effects, issues, or benefits of keto, depending how you view things, is gas.  I see it, generally, as a neutral thing, at least since I don't have to mingle closely all the time.  I believe control is eventually attained, mostly.  Then mingling civilly is back to normal.  For a while, however, while control is being obtained... yeah.

It is also rough to go through.  As I mentioned, it is as if I swallowed a square block, one that can just barely move through the system.  It is taking everything, old and new, with it.  But it is also traveling at a snail pace.  How long before relief?  And how terrible will that, itself, be?  Look, take your medicine and dispense with pleasantries, all those who enter here.  It'll... work out.  It will be a bit painful and uncomfortable.  I can see why people use products, expensive though they may be, to speed up this process.  Yeah, now I know.  And, in the future, I may obtain some, just for when I mess up and break ketosis through food mistakes or surprises.

By the way, why would I suggest miso if I am dead against soybean?  Ah, because miso is not raw or over-processed soy.  It is fermented.  Fermenting breaks up the bad and enhances the good about that particular product.  Beyond, even if eaten daily, it will be eaten lightly... probably one or two tablespoons max.  I don't see it becoming a daily ration, but I can see it filling in every other day as a soup option.  With it's ability to use any of a number of ingredients (tofu will not be among them, mind you... I would choose wood pulp first, which also isn't on the list mind you), it is a highly adaptable soup prep.  I did learn that phytoestrogens are not as much a problem for men, or even boys, though I am not sure I believe it.  Especially when soy-based baby formula can produces levels of as high as four birth control pills worth of estrogen in babies feeding from it.  Nasty, unless you want to go that way.  Anyway, like I mentioned, it miso isn't raw, and even so will be used in limited amounts.  Oh, and I learned something else about another food item... daikon radishes.  I did not know they were, or could be, cooked.  I first worried that my eating them raw was a silly or wrong thing, but no... just half the full use.  I can't wait to try them cooked.  I love finding 'hidden doors' regarding food to which I have been only partially introduced!  It's like finding a neat new word or piece of music, rhyme, or maybe limerick... not sure about limericks... I think they are mostly naughty and I've backed from that, mostly.  But... at one time... if mildly...

Such blathering of late.  The ghost of Doom is haunting these pages with abandon.  Neither fully awake nor able to sleep, writing, adding music and recipes, complaints and joys, alive but... really?  I move forward, or believe I am, simply because I don't know where else to go or what else to do.  Do?  Be?  Echo?  Echo echo ech ec oo ooo oooo.  *poof*