Viva Las Vegas...or, how I know I'm ketone adapted

Last Friday was my grandfather's 80th birthday. He lives in Las Vegas, and my father and his uncle planned a family dinner/party in his honor.

This, and the draw of Cirque shows are the only things that could bring me to that place. My own personal version of Hell would be to be trapped walking around the strip and casinos on a Saturday night for all eternity.

One thing you should know about my father's side of the family. They're loud. I don't mean that in a bad way. They're mostly male, big and tall, and the women that were born or married into said family have learned to be soft spoken is to not be heard. My preference is to be soft spoken. This however has nothing to do with my story at all. But I thought I'd share.

Another thing to know, that does actually matter here, is they're maybe not the biggest "planners" you'll ever meet. Consequently, I ended up eating on my own a lot because I didn't know when or where the next gathering would be that would involve any food I can eat. I ate at Fat Burger. A lot. No bun of course (since I'm gluten intolerant anyway. It's kind of a given that I get funny looks at burger joints).

Inevitably what would happen right after I ate would be my father and/or stepmother would find me and off we'd go and before you know it, it's bed time. So two out of the 5 days there, I only ate once a day, and that was in the morning.

 I did not kill one single person. I did not injure anyone physically or scar them mentally either. My energy and mood stayed very level. Even when faced with crowds of people and annoyances that would have previously pushed me to the edge of telling someone to back off or else before I changed my diet. FYI I really don't like crowds. I don't get nervous-I get annoyed and really want everyone to get the flip out of my way...not enough people in crowds seem to have any goals and thus wander aimlessly. Or worse, they STOP in the middle of a walkway to discuss what they'd like to do next. How about next you MOVE?!

Know what else? I didn't even want to kill anyone. Well, not because of hunger or low blood sugar anyway, but that's something else entirely...The rest of the time I managed to eat twice a day - Woooo Hoooo! So this is how I know I must be ketone adapted.

I did unfortunately sleep altogether like poo. The walls of the hotel were very thin, and I could hear all my neighbors doing whatever they were doing. If any door within a 4 room span slammed, my door and walls would shake. Neither of these things are good for going to sleep or staying asleep. The beds were super comfy though, and I managed to get in some time by the pool to read.

I also got to see "O" and "Love" on top of hanging out with my grandpa, so not all was lost! Thank goodness though he only turns 80 once, because I have no interest in going back anytime soon.