Plateau B-B-Breaker!

Original weight: 241
Current lbs lost: 50

After a month long plateau, I am almost to the 180s.

Back on 6-7, I was 194 pounds. And I stayed at 194 lbs. All month.

The day before the 4th of July, hubby and I broke keto. Carbs! 4th of July. Carbs! Day after 4th of July? Start my period. Carbs! Eat carbs because my body hates me, all the way to June 8th. Began keto again on Monday, June 9th.

So, for the first time in a long time, yesterday I weighed myself. 193 lbs. That’s right, after  a month of no change, nearly a week of eating carbs, and only being back on keto for 2ish days, I broke the plateau.

And even better? I weighed 191 lbs today.


I’ve started scrupulously using Carb Manager again to track my weight and carb intake. This is how I get to the 180s and beyond.

Though to be honest, I should reveal that I went through some gastric distress yesterday, likely from my time-of-the-month ending and returning to keto, and some of that two lb loss is most definitely water. It was like niagara falls from my booty. “You have died of dysentary” went through my mind pretty often.

On that note.. Um… I also went shopping yesterday, and picked up a keto hack. Namely, MCT oil. MCT oil is like coconut oil on crack. It is, essentially, the perfect fat for keto. I’m lazy and looking to make a quick entry here, so do a quick google search for “mct oil keto” and see what I’m talking about.

Ughhhhh, there’s so much delicious keto food in my fridge right now. Bone broth, turkey legs, burgers with exotic mixins, fresh made beer brats.

I ate so well yesterday. Worked outside in the yard for four hours, went shopping, came home, ate seared tuna tataki from my favorite upscale grocer, had two squares of 85% dark chocolate, and took a couple teaspoons of mct oil. Damn I felt good.

I can write coherently if and when I want to, also good at writing an ending that ties in with what came before. But today, I am only good at saying <END POST>


Return to Onederland

After a whole lot of pissing and moaning (literally, the first part), my body finally broke the 200lb plateau and eased down to 197 yesterday. It was kind of torturous, seeing the scale at 200lbs every day without change. I’m not sure what happens, but it’s like a limit I have to break through every time, like my body detects I’m at exactly at 200lbs and makes me have to work for it.

My ketostix were dark, dark pink today, meaning I am deep into ketosis. Hooray, running off my fat! My husband has pointed out that I check my water retention/fat loss by feeling my stomach. The looser/floppier (phrasing), the better. Eww. Those two sentences are gross, and I am gross. Meh. Guess I’m just gross. I’ve never been proper and appropriate, unless I get paid.

But back to weight loss.

I’ve been able to curb my night time snacking. Sometimes it takes me some time, to turn off the part of my brain going,”Why not have another snack? Why deny yourself? It it so bad?” Or at least to stop listening to it. The siren call of comfort is hard to ignore, especially when you’re feeling weaker.

I’m pretty impressed in the month of May I managed to take off 75% of the 16lbs I managed to put on in April, a month I spent ill with bronchitis and off keto. Four pounds until I reach the weight I was on March 23rd, 193 lbs. Hindsight is a bitch, you know? I thought I was enjoying that month of binging, in the name of aiming to give myself the calories needed to cure viral bronchitis. Now I look back and went, did you really need to eat a pint of ice cream every other night? Order pizza and Chinese delivery thrice a week?

When I’m not on keto, I lose all control of myself. I’ve said here before on this blog that I now understand what a lifestyle change means. It means forever. It means reigning in that carb-binging side of me for the rest of my life. It means, “No, I can’t go to the grocery store or go through Wendy’s drive-thru because I’m feeling bad and crappy, emotionally or physically.” I just have ZERO self control when it comes to carbs, and managing my emotions with carbs. I have to be on a lower carb diet FOR LIFE.

I simply don’t know how to stop, I don’t know what to do when my emotions take a dump. I was taught to suppress my emotions and not acknowledge them. A line I recall, semi-ironically, from the TV show “Daria”: “But at least a chocolate bar never told me I was an accident.” That line was there for laughs.. But it’s too fucking real for me, man. 😐