So today marks 100 days. Oh how time flies!
I didn’t quite make my the goal I had set for myself, which would have been, based on an average of 1.5 lbs a week, would have been about 22lbs. In my 100 days, I lost 16lbs which works out to 1.12 a week. Not too far off. I need to remind myself that this isn’t a Master Cleanse or HCG. I’m actually happy about the stuff I GET to eat! People might feel bad for me not being able to join them to snarf down Chinese food and icecream cake at their birthday… but it’s ok, I’m going home to have a big fat steak and that cheesecake I made in my new instantpot! And I’m gonna be down 1/4 of a pound tomorrow! heh
The bulk of it (like I’m talking 11lbs) was in the first 5 weeks, and after that, there was a lot of very tiny shifts. Up and down… up and down. But it all added up, and I’m happy about it. 16lbs and 17" off my body. I really don’t see any difference, but I’m sure there’s some.
My weight in January of this year was 193. I lost and gained some, by other methods, which brought me to my newest start weight which was 183 at the end of April, a hundred days ago. (all time high was just under 300 several years ago.)
I had a DEXA scan maybe a week after starting keto, so I’m planning to have another one done (in about a week so I can stick with my 100 day thing) to compare everything so far. I’ve purposely not done much in way of working out, because I wanted to see how my lean mass would change (hopefully not) without it. It was also a good excuse to not work out… you know, for science. Now in this newest stretch, I AM going to get back to the gym and do another DEXA scan a few months after that. According to the DEXA, I was at 43% body fat, so I’m really curious where I’m at now. I’m thinking it can’t be more than a couple %?
Anyways, just wanted to share. I’m pretty proud of myself, as I’ve never stuck with anything THIS long. Well… maybe I have, but not for this many consecutive days without a major binge thrown in here and there. I can honestly say the worst thing I’ve had and actually feel the slightest regret about was some mystery red wine passed out at a gathering, where I just couldn’t bring myself to say “Oh… no, I can’t drink that”, when I was, just a month prior, the girl with a bottle of wine in each hand!
Thanks guys, you’re all so much nicer than Reddit!