So of course I am the chick, who stormed the gates of this keto IF program with guns blazing, toting a stubborn “no I am going to do this my way” attitude that wasn’t going to budge because even though your arguments were way more logical and do able than my crazy rookie audible I was intent on calling…I was fasting right out from the start, at the time my logic was I wanted to get into ketosis and start burning this fat as soon as possible…I was totally focused on the weight loss, but as I was being told it was not the healthiest way to mount the attack I honestly felt so good and off came the weight that I must have been the exception to not just one but all the rules…well obviously going alone at that speed I was doomed to fail at some point. A few weeks in I began to understand the choosing weight as the goal was kind of redundant, if you followed the guidelines as close as possible the weight will eventually come off, but I had a much better chance at success. I felt I had to prove something to myself and I feel like total dork after the fact, so thank you to all who offered their input…I was TOTALLY wrong, but you did already know that face palm
So I was trucking along, new realistic, lifestyle changing goals, to not only get me to the finish line but ensure I never became that sad, immensely large, probably pretty buoyant, girl who couldn’t even reach over to tie her own shoes by the end. I work at a high end sewing machine store and we always put out cookies and other horribly processed snacks I used to aimlessly shovel in my mouth. Well I had been showing an extremely high level of resistance to these sugar filled, frosting covered temptress’ but then we hosted a 2 day event. I happen to be the person that prepares and serves all the food the entire day. Of course I was as close to the food as i could get and I used to eat pretty much non stop all day. It was an emotional overeaters heroin den. Not even 15 min in to day one, I shoved a small piece of Danish in my mouth. I quickly lost every shred of control that I had prided myself on up to that point. I could not stop, all those old feelings and that empty hopelessness was back. Had i just failed at yet another attempt to actually finally change my life? I drank soda, eat several little pieces of Panera bread…I was running amuck. The next day was not as bad but at the end of it I gained back 12 pounds of the 37 i had lost. That bummed me out but what really broke my heart is that i had lost the new inner strength that literally showed up in my life out of seemingly no where. The following 2 days there was the same exact event just different group of ladies. I couldn’t make myself go, fortunately for me I have a really awesome boss and when i explained to her what was wrong she assured me she had plenty of coverage and I should just stay home. I felt that was a the best choice, however my paycheck didnt really agree. I felt I needed to reset, i had had really no problems being around all kinds of food i used to repeatedly inhale. I am the food person, I am good at it and was I going to not be strong enough to continue to make things perfect for all those great ladies? I don’t know. The jury is still out. For the first time since October I was no longer in ketosis and struggled to fast like I was. I feel like I am back on track now but really need to figure out some coping strategies and quick. I know I can not battle what took place those two days on my own. I have obviously been back to work since then and the daily assortment of cookies holds no fascination for me THANK YOU ALMIGHTY!!!
Well stay tuned for the next installment of Carb Wars battle of the bulge…hope you all have a FANTASTIC day!!! Thanks for taking the time to read my tale of woe. I 
