Here We Are Again. And Again. And That's Ok.
/Weight Loss Fluctuations (12.29.2025 to 1.4.2026)
So, it’s a new year. Again. Just as it was 12, 24, 36, and 600 months ago. We all have an opportunity for a fresh start, a clean slate, a total do-over. Approaching a new calendar, with daily squares waiting to be filled with appointments, reminders, and, most daunting, with goals.
Most of us have been here many times. I know I lived through dozens of Januarys, each time with hope and resolve. The thing is, by Feast of the Epiphany, I was usually back to the behaviors and food choices I had been following the previous year. Or years, if you will. I stacked fresh starts up like a cord of firewood, only adding to the pile and never making use of even one log.
The annual ritual of starting the push to get the boulder of my extra weight, ever-increasing frustrations, and a history of broken promises to myself up the hill. And, as with the predictably stumbling Sisyphus, I’d never get that rock up the hill. It would seem to take one day of poor eating choices to undo what might have taken ten to achieve. At that point, I would invariable throw in the towel and promise that I’d do better once Spring arrived.
Again.
If you can relate to starting, faltering, stumbling, starting again, giving up, calling yourself names, and looking to try again—again—please know that even someone whose feet seemed firmly cemented in falling short in regards to losing weight and feeling better as I can succeed. With thirty years of feeling self-conscious and unhappy with obese and uncomfortable self under my belt (you should pardon the expression) changed for me. There was nothing magical and no tricks involved. I just laid off the carbs and laid off the excuses. It happens that I commenced on the changes in January. Cliché? Perhaps. If so, I’m good with that. Mind you, it wasn’t January 1st. It wasn’t a Monday. The significance of that day, Wednesday, January 8, 2014, was not where it fell on a calendar but rather the fact that that day, that moment, I had had enough. Decades of pity parties and wanting to believe whatever cockamamie gimmick had come down the pike had only gotten me fatter and sicker and feeling defeated. Yes, it was a Wednesday of no particular import, but that was the day, about 10:15 in the morning, as I recall. I didn’t need to wait for the next holiday, fresh week, after my next birthday. It took starting. Then. There was an epiphany that day after all, sans feast.
And although that cold, gray morning was the latest in the long line of my ‘agains,’ it turned out to be my ‘final.’ I finally got over myself, made the changes that I knew for so many years were effective for me, and the next time I ate that day, I left off the carbs. The next time I ate after that? I laid off the carbs. Again.
I’ve never looked back. Give it a try. You might find, as did I, that one billion yesterdays and new leafs don’t have to cancel out that which does the trick. A few ‘at bats’ are ok. It’s how you finally round home that counts.
And, if I can do this. You can do this. I promise.
Disclaimer: I’m not a medical doctor, researcher, or Ph.D., but instead, I’ve been fortunate to have had the time and resources to research the #ketogenic, or ‘#keto’ diet. The information I share is based solely on my understanding of that research. We are all responsible for our own choices, including what we put in our mouths, and there’s no substitute for each of us checking things out ourselves. And I’m not a medical professional in any way. Go Keto With Casey is not a medical site. “Duh,” you might say. But best to make it clear to all. I welcome questions, comments, and even civil criticism. I’m still learning. So, if you have something to add, go for it. Links in this post and all others may direct you to affiliate links, where I will receive a small amount of the purchase price of any items you buy through those links. Thanks!
