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So close...

When I started Keto, I weighed eighty-eight point eight (88.8) kilograms and believed I would never get lower than eighty neat.

This morning, I hit seventy-one point two (71.2). That's a little over seventeen and a half kilos that I thought I would never shed. And further - I am one and a bit kilos away from my goal weight.

On my Keto-versary, November the 22nd, I had successfully shed fourteen and a half kilos of that seventeen I've dropped. That's some successful shit.

In the words of Tumblr, Keto has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and defeated the evil overlord.

But seriously, all of my physical problems have nearly vanished inside of a year. My asthma is almost non-existent, my eczema has cleared up to the point that only I know it's there, and I have a greater mobility that I honestly believed I would never get back.

And this is after spending three months hovering around seventy-four kilos and believing that maybe, this was as far as I could go.

Keto wins as far as I'm concerned.

That said - it's not for everyone. My friendo in Tullagawupwup has to do the exact literal opposite of Keto or they'll frelling die. All I can say to anyone wanting to try it is start here and refer to this list for what you can and can't have.

And if you notice any health problems that aren't the Keto Flu, then stop that noise and get back to whatever worked best for you in the first place.

For those of you who are worried about Friendo's Kitty [F. Skitty], the fool creature actually managed to break his leg by tipping over his sandbox. F. Skitty has since been bandaged up and is on some primo painkillers. He has to be actively discouraged from playing, but is otherwise fine. It was a clean break and promises to heal in jig time.

I go tyre shopping tomorrow, which means that I can steal Beloved's car for running Mayhem all the way to Banyo for his traineeship.

But for now... I need my cheesy omelette.