Today I had a great day. Woke up early and went to the gym before work.
Had a keto coffee before hand, then my eggs and ate well all day. I even felt good too. Better than i’m used to for sure. And not better than a couple days ago when I was adapting to the diet… Better than before I started.
Then my mom invited me to dinner. She doesn’t know what i’m trying to do here and I also didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her I couldn’t eat her homemade lasagna and delicious sugary chocolate tort with whipped cream. Piles and piles of those dreaded carbohydrates. I also want to see some actual results before I make my diet public to anyone.
So you know what I did? I had a normal, human sized portion of lasagna, and a sliver of the tort. Then I moved the fuck on with my life. Because that’s how this needs to be. I’m not going to feel shame for eating a home cooked meal with my mother. If i can get my nutrition dialed in 95% of the time, then i’ll be light years ahead of where I was going into this. Had it been any other day, I would have had seconds or thirds of that lasagna. And a big ass piece of that tort. But I didn’t. THAT was the victory today. I didn’t fail by having a few too many carbs, I succeeded by finally having some control of what, and escpecially how much, food I stuff into my mouth.
Tomorrow i’ll wake up early again. Grab my coffee, lift some weights, then head to work.