Fat. Defeated. But back at it.

I was 240 at my highest and got down to 170 thanks to keto. I felt great. I was happy.

I got a boyfriend. In about a year and a half I've slow crawled back up to 215. I was packing for a weekend to see his family and actually busted out "the bag."

You know the one. The one you shoved in the back of the closet with intentions to donate it one day because you will NEVER need it again. The bag full of fat clothes.

I had a great weekend, we kayaked a lot. I felt like a whale the whole time.

Boyfriend loves me even if I'm fat, and sadly has been less than helpful with my weight loss efforts because of it. I both live him and sort of hate him for it. But mostly I hate that all of my hard work is gone.

So I'm back on the keto train. I need this. And I think I need you guys to help me through!

Edit to add: boyfriend eats bread and sugar like a mad man. This is going to be so much harder this time around! (he'll be as supportive of me as he can, but has made it clear that he's not changing the way he eats)