There it was, my belly, protruding and extended as if I were pregnant with twins. To be clear I’m not preggers (sorry Dad) I’m just full of a non-keto binge-food-baby. I sat in the tub pondering what had I done to get to this point and how can I stop it from happening again?
My internal monologue went as follows, ‘You deserve a cheat now and again. In 2016 you lost over 100 pounds. You should be proud of yourself.’ As my belly stuck out of the water like an iceberg I noticed something mortifying, my stretch marks weren’t as noticeable as they were 5 days ago. I am either so bloated that my skin is stretching back out or I have gained more weight than I realize. What the heck am I thinking? No, no I didn’t ‘deserve’ a piece of chocolate cheesecake or ‘deserve’ to eat those crackers or that piece of ice-cream cake for my birthday or those Mexican chips and salsa or the trail mix or the…all the things. Why is it in our society we celebrate with food that punishes our bodies? My body was doing so well and it didn’t deserve the onslaught of sugar and gluten but somehow I had convinced myself it had.
Well I did it. I cheated BIG time and instead of excusing it or hiding from it I’m going to let the world know. I am going to own up and say... READ MORE