Yesterday, Day 2 of my low-carb experiment, started with a workout I couldn't finish: I didn't have the energy. But after I showered and got dressed, all those Saturday chores--shopping, sorting papers, mopping the floor, clearing out clutter, putting away laundry--got done easily. I normally hate, dread, and often put off those chores. I noticed the same thing the day before: I was flying through my work. Last night, though, I didn't feel like going to the Rocky Mountain Balboa Blowout, a dance weekend that attracts balboa enthusiasts from all over the country. I stopped to wonder why and realized that I wasn't tired or depressed, I just missed my sugar high.
I danced from 8:30 until 11:50 (with some breaks to watch dance competitions) and left because I was sleepy and one of my knees hurt slightly. I wasn't even close to being exhausted, even though all I'd eaten for six hours was 10 blackberries and some nuts.
What awful reflux those blackberries gave me! (Bouncing up and down with my balboa partners probably didn't help.) My throat got stiff and contracted, it burned, and it was hard to speak. As soon as I got home, I drank a solution of baking soda and my throat was instantly back to normal.