Waiter, There's a Fatso On My Table!

"Eh, no," said the waiter at one of Reykjavik's finer restaurants. The whale that had become shipwrecked at his table for this lunch hour had just asked whether they served any low carb desserts. The guy looked like I just announced that I slept with his wife and was about to go home and kick his dog.

Day two has been kind of effortless, so to speak. The day began with three hard boiled eggs. After shoving them down my throat and washed them down with 0.5 liter of ice water, I began to understand how inmates in Guantanamo Bay feel after having been force fed. Ergo: Three hard boiled eggs early in the morning aren't sexy.

Dinner consisted of an oven-baked whole chicken with a lemon up its but, and cauliflower mash with fresh cilantro. Salad on the side. Good stuff. For dessert I inhaled an endless amount of rhubarb pie with cream (recipe in a separate post).

It's kind of remarkable with this low carb lifestyle that you become full in a different way then when you're eating carbohydrates. It's not the knocked-out-feeling you sometimes get after having gorged on a week's supply of junk food in a matter of seconds. The feeling is something that takes getting used to. Then there's the thing with the headache. It's not pleasant, but I gather it goes away in a matter of days, thank god!