We don’t number these, but believe or not, two people still reading this, This is episode/issue/entry One Hundred and Fifty. I am hard pressed to think of anything I’ve done 150 of outside of M&M’s eaten in a single sitting. At this moment I’m pretty proud that I’ve kept with this so long. It hasn’t always been pretty, I absolutely admit that. There was that period back in the spring where I was just a big downer, and then that short period of all fucking year where I didn’t really make any progress, whatsoever. and then there was that... you get the point. I haven’t always been on target, but I still did it. Being a shy person, the amount of intensely personal shit I’ve released into the aether kind of blows my mind. 

I’ve cried while writing this diary more than I’d like to admit. I’ve high-fived myself more than I should have, and way too often gone to bed feeling like a complete fraud. At this point, I’m pretty much failing at my diet and I hate it. It’s time for a change.

Exercise stays, Beans and broccoli gotta go. Starting today, I’m going to be starting a Keto diet. I think it’s basically the same thing as what I’m doing now, but with cheese. I’ve done this diet for awhile, give or take all the train wrecks. I don’t know if it’s going to even work (it probably totally should) but I’m sick of feeling bad about my life and this blog. So. Thanks for sticking with me, and all the shoehorned jokes and references to ogres and light sabers.

Full disclosure starts tomorrow. I’m gonna start blowing up my Twitter with weight and other diet shit, thanks for not giving up on me, or if you did, that’s cool too, but you probably not reading this so I think you’re an asshole with horrible taste in music.

Partner-in-crime Bakery is in on this Keto thing too, dieting with a buddy, kind of excited about it. I’m thinking that this is my best way to end up on /r/loseit and not get laughed at. I don’t know. I have a shirt with a panda on it that I want to wear but feel very much like the fat kid whenever I put it on. That’s goal #1: Fit panda shirt over my breasts.