Welp, this week sucked. Emotions ran high, depression made a nice little comeback, and Clayton fell off the keto wagon with epic consequences. This week I gained 4 pounds, jumping back up to 270.3. So that’s pretty fantastic.
Here’s what I know: I’m not strong enough to maintain a strict eating plan when dealing with episodes of depression. That means I need to reach out to friends and family in those moments. A good friend has been keeping tabs on me. His texts and calls have kept me from turning to binges as a way to cope with the emotions I’ve felt.
I do nothing in a silo. I live in community with others, and sometimes I need to call on them to support me. Let’s reach out to each other when we’re at our worst, and help others when we’re at our best.
Until next week!