Third try. Never give up.

In 2016-17 I started keto and went from 210 (lbs) to 176 in about 9 months. It was a good trip and I am proud of what I did. He had a daily mantra of “you don’t deserve a break.” It served me well. But life has a way of destroying our best plans and intentions. In December of last year, he was 216 years old. My heaviest weight. In between, I tried to get back to a healthy keto diet with no success. At one point, I even unsubscribed from this amazing community because I was upset and jealous of all the hits and couldn’t face the fact that I wasn’t doing my best. I stopped weighing myself. I stopped caring what I ate. I pleased myself and told myself that I deserved a break. Life is hard. Food shouldn’t be a thing. Eating is good and what kind of healthy eating won’t let you eat a pear? But in December I looked in the mirror and was not happy. Eating whatever I wanted for a couple of years hadn’t made me feel better about myself or made me feel less stressed. In fact, it had contributed to a feeling of self-defeat. Naturally. It was fun, I’m not going to lie. But the cost had been too high. I knew what I had to do. I knew that my body chemistry and my psychology are not of the CICO type. I cannot maintain a moderate healthy mixed diet and keep track of all my calories all the time. I knew keto (lazy keto for me) was the only lifestyle that had ever worked for me and I knew I had to get back on the bandwagon. But I could not do it. You couldn’t face the same boring diet of eggs, meat, and cheese. I couldn’t think of denying myself the food I enjoyed (I’m a pasta addict) * for the rest of my life *. I knew keto worked for me. I knew that when I eat keto I feel full. I’m not hungry. But I looked to the future and felt miserable. And that’s when it clicked. My brain, the most powerful personal enemy we all face, was trying to trick me into failure. I self-sabotaged myself and of all the people who know how to manipulate me, I know myself better than anyone. Fortunately, this time I saw the trick. *For the rest of my life*. That was the trigger phrase. That was the exact button that was pressing the button labeled “feeding frenzy.” So I picked up the glove and threw it in my face. “Okay, buddy. The rest of your life scares you. Good. So don’t do it for the rest of your life. Do it for a month. See if you can motivate yourself to do it all the time for a short month. When it’s done, eat whatever you want again. It’s your right. That’s your choice. In fact, tell yourself that after a month, EVEN IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE, you’ll have a cheat day not to. Don’t miss out on the carbohydrates you want. “. Now it’s a month and a half and I’m [down 15 pounds](https://imgur.com/a/sG2gbmc). On the 1 month anniversary, I was going to have a cheat day. But when he arrived, he was petrified. He didn’t want it, but he really did. So instead of cheating on a day and killing all my progress, I indulged in a cheat meal. But I didn’t do it the old-fashioned way. I didn’t sit at the table watching TV and gobbling up countless calories without thinking. I told my children. I told my wife. My kids insisted that I order something that I really enjoyed because they said, if you’re going to cheat, you should enjoy it. We did it one night. We all dined together and celebrated my progress and talked and laughed around the table and that’s when I came up with a really powerful revelation for me. As much as I enjoyed the food, what made it enjoyable was being with my family. I didn’t even finish the dish I ordered (although I did have dessert;)). Will it work for you? I do not know. We are all different. All the chemistry and stories of our body with food are different. All of our brains work differently and we all face different dragons. So we come here and celebrate our progress together and recognize that every failure is an opportunity to learn how to do better and we try again. I am on my third try and that is what I have learned.

In 2016-17 I started keto and went from 210 (lbs) to 176 in about 9 months. It was a good trip and I am proud of what I did. He had a daily mantra of “you don’t deserve a break.” It served me well. But life has a way of destroying our best plans and intentions. In December of last year, he was 216 years old. My heaviest weight. In between, I tried to get back to a healthy keto diet with no success. At one point, I even unsubscribed from this amazing community because I was upset and jealous of all the hits and couldn’t face the fact that I wasn’t doing my best. I stopped weighing myself. I stopped caring what I ate. I pleased myself and told myself that I deserved a break. Life is hard. Food shouldn’t be a thing. Eating is good and what kind of healthy eating won’t let you eat a pear? But in December I looked in the mirror and was not happy. Eating whatever I wanted for a couple of years hadn’t made me feel better about myself or made me feel less stressed. In fact, it had contributed to a feeling of self-defeat. Naturally. It was fun, I’m not going to lie. But the cost had been too high. I knew what I had to do. I knew that my body chemistry and my psychology are not of the CICO type. I cannot maintain a moderate healthy mixed diet and keep track of all my calories all the time. I knew keto (lazy keto for me) was the only lifestyle that had ever worked for me and I knew I had to get back on the bandwagon. But I could not do it. You couldn’t face the same boring diet of eggs, meat, and cheese. I couldn’t think of denying myself the food I enjoyed (I’m a pasta addict) * for the rest of my life *. I knew keto worked for me. I knew that when I eat keto I feel full. I’m not hungry. But I looked to the future and felt miserable. And that’s when it clicked. My brain, the most powerful personal enemy we all face, was trying to trick me into failure. I self-sabotaged myself and of all the people who know how to manipulate me, I know myself better than anyone. Fortunately, this time I saw the trick. *For the rest of my life*. That was the trigger phrase. That was the exact button that was pressing the button labeled “feeding frenzy.” So I picked up the glove and threw it in my face. “Okay, buddy. The rest of your life scares you. Good. So don’t do it for the rest of your life. Do it for a month. See if you can motivate yourself to do it all the time for a short month. When it’s done, eat whatever you want again. It’s your right. That’s your choice. In fact, tell yourself that after a month, EVEN IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE, you’ll have a cheat day not to. Don’t miss out on the carbohydrates you want. “. Now it’s a month and a half and I’m [down 15 pounds](https://imgur.com/a/sG2gbmc). On the 1 month anniversary, I was going to have a cheat day. But when he arrived, he was petrified. He didn’t want it, but he really did. So instead of cheating on a day and killing all my progress, I indulged in a cheat meal. But I didn’t do it the old-fashioned way. I didn’t sit at the table watching TV and gobbling up countless calories without thinking. I told my children. I told my wife. My kids insisted that I order something that I really enjoyed because they said, if you’re going to cheat, you should enjoy it. We did it one night. We all dined together and celebrated my progress and talked and laughed around the table and that’s when I came up with a really powerful revelation for me. As much as I enjoyed the food, what made it enjoyable was being with my family. I didn’t even finish the dish I ordered (although I did have dessert;)). Will it work for you? I do not know. We are all different. All the chemistry and stories of our body with food are different. All of our brains work differently and we all face different dragons. So we come here and celebrate our progress together and recognize that every failure is an opportunity to learn how to do better and we try again. I am on my third try and that is what I have learned.

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