Two-thirds of today was a mash of blurred vision, headaches and cramps. Less of a day, and more like a twelve hour nightmare. Then at at five PM, a switch clicked and the fatigue disappeared. I went from surly Atkins acolyte to happy camper. The shift, profound and noticeable, came with lots of energy. Like whole lots. A workout schedule for Thursday was bumped up to tonight, because any more inactivity became unthinkable.

This may mean I crossed into ketosis, a state where the body can burn it’s own fat stores for energy. Then again, maybe this is but sweet delirium. Strength in some weight lifting movements has improved over last week. A encouraging sign.

I’m roughly the same weight as three days ago, which is excellent. My experiment in Atkins is to test the claims of fat reduction, not weight loss.

Also, since the shift, writing is possible. Overall concentration levels decreased for a day or so. Now it’s back to the jungle!

It’s 1998 and I’m on Atkins. Wait, that’s a half-truth. It’s 2005 and I’m on Atkins. The eating plan was hip seven years back. Since then, everyone and my aunt tried and failed on this diet, I know. These days Atkins is not only out, it’s off most restaurant menus and grocery shelves. Who suffers low carb purgatory when Baja Fresh and Panera Bread offer takeout service in hundreds of convenient locations? Who, indeed.

Some twisted person who enjoys headaches, leg cramps and constipation, I guess.

So, bring on the heavy cream, sour cream, olive oil and cheeses. Lay that fat slab of pork roast on my plate. Gimme some Gouda and a burger, and hold the bun.

Follow the mystery of whether man can thrive on three cups of veggies, two hundred grams of protein, and a big old helping of natural fats per day, unravels.

By the way, this is day two. Last night I dreamed of pizza with pepperoni. In the morning, the Wife had no buttons on her pajamas.