I've been hovering for about a week so close to the line. I've been Keto for about four months now. I was getting frustrated on Friday but decided to take a deep breath and not stress about the weekend too much and weigh myself on Monday, the day I record my weight for my own little chart making.

Stepped on this morning, and cried. (Warning! My toes are in the picture!) 199.2. I haven't been below 200 in three years; I don't even know what my lowest weight in my adult life was because when I lived at home my parents didn't have a scale. But I don't think I ever weighed less than 180. That's my next goal. For now, I'm so happy to be where I am. <3

I remember struggling three years ago, taking nearly twelve months to get from 215 to 195, eating a high carb but virtually fat free diet and feeling deprived and sad and lonely because so many things I enjoyed seemed forbidden. Keto doesn't make me feel like that. Keto helped me "fight off" T2 diabetes. Keto helped me lose this weight in four months. A lot of it, of course, was myself- staying strong and resisting the little temptations that have arisen. So I'm going to pat myself on the back and squeeze Chipolte into my macros for the day.