On January 10th, Dan and I buckled down and decided we would encourage each other to jump back on the ketogenic diet which consists of a moderate amount of protein, mostly fat, and restricted carbohydrates. If you hung around us enough last year, we shared with you our journey when we first started in 2015. Together we lost a total of 25 pounds in 2 months! It was unbelievable since it seemed almost effortless. We hardly dined out and instead cooked our low-carb, high-fat meals at home and discovered that the foods were so enjoyable and filling, we didn’t miss eating sugar and carbs as much. Of course, I missed eating donuts with coffee and ice cream but the longer we stuck to our new lifestyle, our cravings for junk food actually curbed.
Fast forward a couple of months later, between a move and job changes, a heavy amount of stress, and an engagement (yay!) we both started drifting from our fitness goals and are now kicking ourselves in the butt for doing that. It all pointed back to our dependency on food when life gets rough. Eating ice cream for dinner had a way of making troubles melt away and made us feel like crap immediately. In the end, each time we deviated from our goal, we sold out for something cheap and it was never worth it. Needless to say, we gained the weight back and then some. We were both so tired, too worn out from long drives between 2 big cities and no fuel left in the energy bank to do anything fun. The sad thing is, this was our lifestyle and we just accepted it because we were so busy that we put our health in the backseat and pretended it would be ok. It gets worse.
One Sunday we had lunch with my parents and my mom breaks the news that my dad is pre-diabetic and his sugar levels are off the charts. The doctor was concerned that if he doesn’t change his lifestyle and eating habits soon, he’ll definitely be T2 Diabetic. This could’ve happened to anyone in my family. I am probably more prone to additional health problems since I already have hypothyroidism. I decided that there are no excuses. It was up to me if I wanted to live long and feel good. Life’s hard enough. I don’t want to drag my body through it all with shots of espresso every time I feel a little tired or gravitate towards sugar when life gets rough.
So we jumped back onto keto and holy hell I’ve been needing coffee less. Today is my 9th day on keto and I’ve lost 6 pounds. Every day is a fight and it helps to have a support to keep cheering you on. Daniel and I try to encourage each other to do better but most importantly, we hold each other to be accountable. If you’re on the same journey, I say, keep fighting! Just remember, every small step works toward a bigger goal and it will be worth it.
KCKO (Keep Calm and Keto On!)