ketocayo: my first 24-hour fast

OMAD — the first time i encountered the term in the fb group, ketogenic ph (where i was recently added by a friend), i commented, “that’s what we called ‘stuff’ back in HS and college!” the OMAD ‘stuff’ i alluded to was… yes, DAMO.  grass.  MJ.

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but OMAD in ketogenic jargon stands for One Meal A Day — the practice of the 24-hour fast. in the 24-hour fast, you eat no solids, but may drink plain water, electrolyte water, coffee, tea, and broth.  today was my first time to try OMAD.

i’ve been regular in doing IF (Intermittent Fasting), another concept associated with keto WOE (Way Of Eating).  (jargon is social currency.  use it to blend in and not be seen or regarded as an outsider.)  i was already practicing a 16-8 IF, before i tried the 24-hour.

16-8 is a 16-hour fast, alternated by an 8-hour loading (eating) window.  during my 16-8 IF, i ate only two meals.  i coined my own term for it — TaMAD (Two Meals A Day).  there is no rule how many meals you can have during the 8-hour loading window — i can only handle two.  so i’ve been doing the 16-8 TaMAD (about 3 weeks) before i tried the 24-hour fast, OMAD.

the 24-hour fast.  the 24-hour ketogenic fast started 2 pm, saturday.  my family was in barrio fiesta celebrating the graduation of my youngest daughter.  order was crispy pata and kare-kare combo, with additional sinampalukang manok and inihaw na liempo.  gorged myself on my favourite knuckles, ligaments and tendons, with some pata meat.  had a couple of cuts of tuwalya (ox tripe) and laman from the kare-kare, of course, with bagoong alamang, with a bite of two of the scanty veggies that went with it.  had a bite or two of inihaw na liempo.  sipped sinampalukan soup and had the behind part of the chicken.

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an hour and a half stroll at the mall and an hour travel back home. 

siesta.

then i went for my (un)usual run (at 7 pm), a 40-minute slow jog.  pulse rate was 136 bpm.  i used to run late afternoon around 5 pm.  but when i heard of the ‘fasted run’ i began changing my running program.  i started running in the morning around 6 am.  done it twice already.  the 7 pm run was an alternative to the next morning’s ‘fasted run’.

usual tidying up of the house for the rest of the evening.  late into the night until the wee hours of the morning was spent devouring stuff on hydration, electrolytes, keto flu, etc., from articles, a video, and discussions on various threads in ketogenic ph fb page.  (learning a lot of valuable — crucial — information from the fb group!)  over a cup of BPC.

and as a result of new information gleaned from the evening’s harvest, i took two dashes of himalayan salt orally, to spike my sodium levels — i was feeling kind-a lightheaded and dizzy, and based on my research, there was a good probability that i was experiencing ‘keto flu’ caused by a deficiency in sodium, potassium, or magnesium.

sunday.  i had my morning BPC, with knorr beef broth.  the knorr beef broth (while i haven’t made my own bone broth yet) is also the result of hours of brow-burning about electrolytes and keto flu the night before.  then off to church with my wife, jane, and middle daughter, jikki (who i will soon add to the fb group.)  then back home lunchtime.

broke the fast about 1:30 pm, less than 24 hours.

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by not completing the 24 hours — did i break the law?  nah!

enjoy KETO WOE.  😋😋

 

eliz and CV

saturday was antithesis: in the morning, we were invited to a birthday breakfast buffet; in the afternoon, we went to a wake.  the birthday, was the 60th birthday celebration of a dear christian friend, eliz ‘maling’ francisco: the wake, the wake of an uncle, dr. cesar vicente san pedro, 87, who died of liver cancer.

there are no ironies — if ever there were — in birthdays.  in deaths there often are.  one of the ironies in deaths is that a death in the family becomes the occasion of happy reunions between siblings, cousins, relatives, and friends who haven’t seen each other in ages.  a death in the family brings us together, and the tragedy of death becomes a comedy of reunions.  an irony.  an irony on a tragedy…

maling is special.  she is one of a few.  she hosted the birthday breakfast buffet largely for her churchmates and us fellow christians (long-time friends) from all over (100-120 persons) — a huge blow-out!  she wanted to celebrate her 60th birthday with people closest to her heart.  the lady loves the Lord, and drives a silver jaguar.

 

at the wake of my uncle, it was a noisy reunion of cousins and close uncles and aunts.  noisy, filled with laughter and animated story-telling.  an irony on a tragedy…

i met CV, a 2nd cousin (son of my mother’s 1st cousin, the departed), the youngest.  i realized that for the past 30 odd years i have never talked to him — not a word — and not even exchanged a handshake greeting in countless clan reunions we’ve seen each other at.  yesterday was our first warm handshake, when i expressed my condolences to him upon our arriving at the wake…

“CV…” i said, “does that stand for cesar vicente, after your dad, cesar, and grand-dad, vicente?”
“his dad’s name is also cesar vicente,” my eldest brother rolly said.
“no, my name is cesar vincent,” CV said.
“ahh, tweaked,” i said…

CV, i learned, was a chef.  a would-have-been doctor like his dad and elder brother, paul, but chose another path — culinary arts.  he’s now the head chef at parq vancouver.  i asked him how he cooks scrambled eggs — gordon ramsey or anthony bourdain — to break the ice.  i said i didn’t like gordon ramsey’s scrambled eggs because they were “masyadong malasado” (too runny).  from then on, it was talk about chinese cuisine — herbs and spices, star anise, cooking wine, chicken powder, soup stock made from chicken, pork, and veal, century eggs mashed in congeee; pho, wansoy; bibimbop, kimchi — asian cuisine — after the ice breaker…

when it was time to go, i bade my cousins, uncle, and aunts goodbye.  i shook CV’s hand.

“at long last,” i said.
“oo nga,” he said.

 

 

nuclear fire spicy noodle challenge

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you must have heard of the nuclear fire spicy noodle challenge.  but if you haven’t, it’s all over yoochoob.  just type ‘nuclear fire spicy noodle challenge’ in the yoochoob search bar and you’ll get there.

it’s the one featuring the ‘samyang’ brand ‘HOT chicken flavor ramen’ with a ‘2x spicy’ printed on a red package.  the original challenge was (i think) to eat as much spicy hot noodles in the shortest possible time — a race.  but for my purpose, i simplified it to finishing a pack of the spicy hot noodles and posting the video online.

i’ve watched videos where the subjects don’t finish the noodles because they found it too spicy hot.  i’ve also watched videos where the subjects drink water or milk, or eat ice cream to quell the intensifying inferno in their mouths.  of course, there were those vloggers who were trying to be cute, and the crazy ones, whose videos make you smile or laugh for sheer stupidity.  but there are videos where the subjects make it through and finish the entire pack (some even 5 packs!)

my experience.  on the first mouthful, the taste was a mixture of sweet and savoury followed immediately by a burning sensation in my mouth (tongue, cheek, and all).  the next mouthfuls were searing hot, an intense nuclear fire in my mouth.  the only relief i got was in between mouthfuls, when i can momentarily breathe, talk, and be happy i’m still alive!  the next mouthfuls were more incendiary than the ones before it, because the ones before left the inside of my mouth still aflame.  by the fourth mouthful, i have already developed beads of sweat on my forehead and my entire face felt flushed and sweating profusely.  i could hardly manage a smile — game face on.  though the spicy noodles didn’t bring me to tears (as it did some subjects), my mouth was all singedmy cheeks were swelling, and i thought my tongue would fall off!

i did not drink water (which i know worsens the condition), or milk, or eat ice cream to quell the conflagration.  five minutes after i finished the challenge, my mouth was still stinging with spicy heat.

a friend reminded me after watching the video i posted, “isn’t that contrary to keto?  i said, “it’s my cheat day!”

i just issued a challenge to (nominated) two of my facebook friends, gerry munda (one of my best friends in high school.  he found a korean store that sold the samyang 2x spicy and bought a couple of packs.  i asked him to also buy me a couple), and philip cu (a fil-chi friend, a foodie who i know loves spicy hot food, now based in SG).  awaiting their video…

was the challenge worth it?  yes, every mouthful!  😋😋