About 15 years ago I did Atkins for a year. I never cheated (although someone might have slipped me a sugary Coke instead of a Diet Coke by mistake). Then I gave in to temptation/peer pressure at Christmas time, and that was it for me.
Since I began keto in July 2018, I’ve found that it’s best if I don’t eat with anyone other than my boyfriend, who is supportive. He eats his junk food but that’s his business.
Our next door neighbors host a potluck once a week, but for one reason or another we never went. Last week my boyfriend went alone, and when he came home he said it was too bad I wasn’t there. I know he really wished I was there. He doesn’t ask for much, so I went with him yesterday.
Most of the food was meat, deviled eggs, and so on, with a spinach salad and a sugar-free squash pie with nut crust. But there was also a full-sugar, full-flour cake that looked lovely. I had some, and it was lovely, so I had some more. I had lots! Miraculously, the scale didn’t show a weight gain this morning. But I felt stiff and cobwebby today.
I believe I’m a food addict and can’t get away with cheating every week. I’m torn between never going to the potlucks vs. somehow becoming strong enough to not eat the cake.