My weight climbed to 200lbs - the heaviest I’d ever been.

I wish I had a more eloquent reason for starting keto, but the truth is? I was sick of my own bullshit. Blaming my weight on the circumstances of my life like it was happening TO ME… not something I had created for myself.

Feeling like I was stuck in every area of my life… paralyzed by my circumstances, and turning to food and alcohol to numb myself from all of it. 

The secret eating, overeating, binges… boozy benders for weeks on end, followed by doing box cleanses to try and “fix it”. Spiraling out of control, and gripping onto everything I could just to escape.

It felt easier to stay distracted and avoid what was really happening, rather than face everything head on. To use the scapegoat of “feeling stuck” in my circumstances because they were more comfortable and familiar - even though it was a total shitshow.

I’ve been there, I get it.

I know how hard it is, and how frustrating it can be when you feel like you’ve tried everything to lose weight and be healthier, without ever finding your thing that actually works for you. 

I know what it’s like to feel uncomfortable in your own skin, the massive amount of shame for “letting yourself go”, and the exhaustion of thinking about your body + food ALL of the time.

I know all about the never ending all-or-nothing cycles, avoiding full length mirrors at all cost, and the countless tears shed while standing over a pile of clothes that don’t fit you anymore.

I was unmotivated, unfulfilled, and wanted to stay numb…