My poison of choice is junk "food." You know -- sweets, chips, carbs, sugar, Sugar, SUGAR! It's worse than when I used to smoke cigarettes. Weird, huh?
I've been (mostly) off and (sometimes) on keto and ketovore ways of eating. It began in October 2018. I lost about eighty pounds in five months and I thought I deserved a reward. I chose sweets. Candy and ice cream, to be specific. Needless to say, my sugar problem reared its ugly head and I was back up 80 plus pounds.
I'm working my way back again and it's harder this time. The dialog running through my head for far too long has been, "I'm an adult and I make my own money. I can buy and do whatever I want." How has it served me? Not well at all regarding my health.
I'm over feeling like garbage every day. My choices are now down to vanilla coffee creamer. I don't even really like coffee, but I drink it as a creamer delivery system. Crazy, right? I'm going to kick that monkey off my back soon. I have to. My joints really hurt and it's because of something in the creamer.
As of this morning, I'm down 56 pounds from my highest recorded weight. I'm certain that I weighed more, but I can't prove it.
