A Demon Inside Me

It was a bit chilly this rainy afternoon when I attended the OASIS monthly meeting. The theme today was “Being Thankful.” The Lions club turned out in healthy numbers and that was a good thing. Because there was a Thanksgiving turkey dinner with all the trimmings, it took a bunch of Lions to serve the meal to the twenty visually impaired people in attendance. For the second time this week, I ate a meal from Cup A Joes cafe. They were identical, and both were delicious, KETO be damned. I can feel the slippage away from a rigorous diet in my waist. I am mentally defeated and rapidly succumbing to the carbohydrate world of mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, bread-stuffing, pumpkin pie, and more. The only thing KETO on my plate was the turkey.

In my mind I am building a case of determination to get back to a rigorous KETO meal plan with 1500 calories per day. I will not buy new clothes to match my waist again.

The biggest challenge will be getting my breakfast back in control. Ever since I found KETO bread at the grocery I have been living carb high. The bread is certainly lower in carbs than normal sliced white bread, but two slices is just two grams away from the daily carb-limit of twenty.

Once I finally make up my mind to get off bread again the sweets will also fall off the plate. I’ll again be substituting berries for dessert. One reason I fell off the plan was a sudden distaste for eggs. Eggs are a staple for KETO breakfast plans. Hard boiled, scrambled, omelets, poached, after awhile the palette simply rejects eggs no matter how they are cooked or disguised. Another mistake I have made is to allow portion control to become a dirty phrase.

My, my how I have to get myself back into control once more. I will add one more thing before I sign off. It is a whole lot easier to gain weight than it is to lose it. With Thanksgiving right around the corner the temptation to gorge on carb-calories becomes a demon inside me.