The first derailing

Six days in and all was going swimmingly. I was feeling great from having stayed my (diet) course all week and playing a bonus game of soccer with some old team mates. My parents had asked for help erecting a shed, offering food as payment for the boys’ services and I knew there would be lots of no-nos to tempt me. So of course, I came prepared with alternative, low carb veggie options to go with the roast meat I knew we’d be having for dinner. Easy!

Everyone there was digging in to the potatoes (sweet and regular), pumpkin and potato bake. I was happy with my fried eggplant, leek, tomato and broccoli ‘mash’. Everyone I was immediately related to was indulging in wine, both red and white. I was so proud of how well I resisted the temptation to even taste the delicious-smelling pinot noir my sister was savouring (even though I knew it was only 2 carbs!), quite happy with my soda water.

But I didn’t bring any back-up dessert, did I?

It was the home made custard and lemon meringue tart that was my undoing. I couldn’t resist a taste, and once I’d had a taste …. well … I’d gotten a taste for it, hadn’t I?

That’s the cruel thing I am finding with this diet, like I mentioned in my previous post. There’s just no straying from the path. No cheat days, no mini indulgences. Just all or nothing.

Keto or not keto.

Never the less, I am back on the wagon once again today. If nothing else, I am now a little wiser as to just how much preparation I will need to avoid such pitfalls in the future.

Always, always bring dessert!

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