fasting and weakness

I guess today is Day 5 or 6 of my "fast." Fasting blood sugar after waking was 72—another new record. But 72 is getting mighty low, so tomorrow, after I'm done at the hospital, I'm probably going to chow down on some Subway sandwiches, which are carby thanks to the bread but otherwise fairly keto in terms of their fillings. I haven't been to my local Subway in months, but I'd gotten into the habit of telling the teenaged food-prep staff to hold not only the onions but also the lettuce, which they pile on insanely. All the other vegetables are fine. A Subway sandwich is basically a bland, Western salad in bread.

And given that fact—that Subway subs are basically salads—once I start baking keto baguettes from a new recipe I found online, I'm going to order Subway salads from now on (sandwich ingredients but no bread), then put them into my keto baguettes myself with my avocado mayo. That kind of sandwich can be eaten almost with impunity. Just watch the calorie count. And, yes—I can just buy my own sub ingredients instead of going to Subway, but I'd have to buy only a bit at a time because of the freshness/spoilage problem, which is why going to Subway (which I do infrequently, anyway) is the better option.

One more day of "fasting" to go. Smoothie, almond butter, chili crisp, then nada. I'm surprised that I'm not tired of these things yet, nor am I tired of Diet Cherry Coke. But I am, finally, starting to feel a bit weak from the lack of eating. Saturday's get-together with Charles and Tom (pizza! salad! cake! cookies!) will come as a relief.