Vegan Keto Experiment : Week one – Food, Info, Ratios

First of all, a disclaimer: I am not a physician. I am not a nutritionist. I’ll admit to having an academic understanding of biochemistry, and the human body, but I wont delve into it too much for brevity. This is anecdotal single trial human experimentation. For me, this is a temporary experiment, and not something I’d consider as a permanent lifestyle change. I’m also not encouraging this or discouraging it. This is my experience so far. Your millage may vary.

I’ve spent the last 7 days doing a Vegan Keto style diet with JC’s brother. He has been doing a non-veg keto for around a year now, and I’ve been curious about how it would work veganized. Like most low carb, high fat, high protein diets, at first glance, it doesn’t really look very vegan friendly. I enjoy the occasional challenge, and I’ve been feeling stuck in a rut with my food choices lately. I felt like I could use some dramatic food changes in my life, so this week, I’ve done that pretty successfully.

I’m not really one for “going on a diet”, but I am and have been very curious to see how this one would feel and what changes I would experience. I think one of the major benefits of doing it vegan style is the complete elimination of cholesterol, one of the cited issues people mention with low-carb diets. The con of doing it vegan style is that a suddenly a not-so-limited diet (plant based), becomes a lot more limited, and it becomes really essential to make your own food (something that is admittedly easier with a standard keto diet.)

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Things I love Thursday – on Friday: Basil (Ocimum L.), a learning experience.

This is a mini ode to basil. This time of year, I think about basil a lot. I love the way it smells, the flavour, the richness. It helps that it’s everywhere. I picked up a giant bunch of basil at the Dufferin Grove Farmers Market last week, and I’ve been thinking about it since. The scent of basil inspires so many vivid memories. All of them positive.

First of all, here’s some science: the olfactory nerve is located very close to the amygdala (connected to the experience and memory of emotion) and it’s also very close to the hippocampus (associated with memory). So upon smelling basil, it’s no surprise I’m taken back through the history of every delicious thing I’ve eaten with basil in it. I’m also transported back in time to a moment I stood over a field of purple and sweet basil at the Horticulture Field on my university campus. That’s the moment I look back on, where I discovered that fresh produce was really really amazing, and how powerful it can be for an otherwise be a disconnected urbanite, taking part in growing amazing and delicious plants for my own sustenance, and in August/September/October, it was possible.

I stood in a big plot of basil, weeding, and also picking. To the right, a plot of bright orange tomatoes, next to a row of juicy red cherry tomatoes, to the left, another plot of basil – purple this time. In working on our little experimental farm, I also learned that I wasn’t the only one that loved basil – wasps loved basil too. Wasps loved basil a lot, and in that summer, I learned to stop being terrified of buzzing things (the fear of buzzing things is back after lack of exposure.)

Growing up, we had a reasonably big yard (considering we didn’t live in the suburbs) and my mom had a beautiful garden (still does). But it was never “mine,” I never grew anything edible from beginning to end., watching things spring up proudly from the ground, fighting drought and rain, and cold, and then eventually being plucked out of the ground and turned into an ingredient for something wonderful.

Basil is also the perfect plant to have sitting on a windowsill, even if you don’t have enough space for a “real” garden. It keeps growing. Just remember to water it.

Things I like Thursday – Home (Toronto) #TILT

Well, after yesterday’s reminiscences I needed a list of postive happy things that I love more than ever. I’m still thinking about Jasper and our visit to Edmonton last week. It’s hard to believe that it was such a short trip, because we packed a lot into it. I managed to see most of my friends, and spend some time with family, and catch one of my favourite events (Heritage Days). I’m still writing recaps of the fun, but the one thing I really want to talk about is coming home.

Coming home to Toronto that is.  In such a short time, this place has become something really special to me. Coming back to Emmie Cat and our bed, and our kitchen, and the big box left over from JC’s Birthday BBQ present, it felt different. As if I had picked up what I needed from Edmonton (both literally and metaphorically) and now I’m back to where I belong.

The day we got back.

Our flight was late, and we were standing around extra late at the airport picking up our bags. But the moment we walked off the plane, and into the hangar I was hit with this intense wave of humidity, and I knew I was back.

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