Whenever we (I'm referring to everyone here) gets a chance to see themselves in another light its like we are looking at ourselves in our sleep. That version of us is still asleep, still dreaming, in a lucid subconscious state where the rules of this reality don’t apply to them. "Can’t do this, can't-do that, that's not allowed", go ahead try and stop me. The best part is when you finally realize you are dreaming and you can make anything possible.
A ketogenic diet usually consists of a macro nutriet count of 70% fat, 20% protein and 10% carbohydrates. Anyone keen on keto or their nutrition is automatically going to flip over a product and scan the nutrition facts. Every dish seemed to have whopping +40 grams of saturated fat per serving. This is astounding! I’ve noticed while cooking for myself on keto I'm always looking to supplement the dish with additional saturated fat that my dish would be lacking primarily and I’d do this with, grass-fed butter, coconut oil, or MCT oil. Not here!
Let's face it we humans don't deal well with change. Once we have developed some sort of consistency or routine in our life it takes more than a crowbar to pry us out of said routine.
Once I did get a chance to eat that quest bar, although it wouldn't be my exact choice to break a fast, I felt that high. I was back in Ketosis.
Still drunk, still high, and maybe, just maybe an hour of sleep this morning. Waking up was the W of the new year and now I was off to the airport. Checked in, aisle seat secured and trying to force myself to vomit. Alas, I had no luck what so ever. The aisle seat was tremendous and I crashed all the way to Cancun. So far so good right? HONKKKKKKKKK! A 2-hour line at the rental car. I bided my time by eating almonds and trying to figure out how to turn my phone on.
"Who would fly all the way around the world in order to train under me in basketball?" I completely fail to see, until now, that this is something I would do. I would fly around the world to chase something I love. Watching Kaz make the sacrifice of not just his time but of all his funds was like looking back in time and watching myself follow my basketball dreams.
Time favors no one but the impulsive, and we are chock full of that!
- The Bus Driver