I had an evening that definitely caused me to be thrown off my high keto horse. I also reminded myself that keto is a lifestyle, not just a daily macro count.
Although I’m not a Catholic, I realize that for many of us (myself included), this forum helps to serve as an accountability tool. I thought veterans and newbies alike might benefit from a place to confess our keto sins and find comfort in small reminders that life happens.
I don’t want this to be a place for shaming, but a place to acknowledge our keto sins, and to remind ourselves that keto is a journey and that it’s important to not dwell on hiccups, but to move past them; to get back on the horse and to KCKO…
I’ll start with my evening. I stopped by a local tap house (that’s beer douche for beer bar) where I used to frequent multiple times a week, but hadn’t been to in months, and had a few beers. That in of itself isn’t necessarily the worst, but in my impaired judgment that followed, I ended up moving on to another bar and ordering nachos. Then onto a third bar where I added to my evening of debauchery with a burger and fries.
As I type this, I’m fighting the urge to vomit. If reminds me of my early 20’s when I’d stay out way too late and drink way to much. The funny part is, it’s not that I’m drunk, I just feel like shit because I’ve probably had more carbs today than the rest of the month of April combine. Right now I’m thinking I’ll fast this weekend and maybe make an appointment to get a “KCKO” tattoo, so I’ll never forget.
