A Keto Autobiography

 Do you know the poem Autobiography in 5 Short Chapters by Portia Nelson?  




I have found so much comfort from it over the years for myself personally.  It always helped me be gentler with myself, it gave me hope that maybe one day I would learn better ways.  It's helped me with my grief of losing Judson.  I've shared this poem with clients who were struggling with addiction and recovery from all sorts of trauma in their lives.  

It also makes me think of how keto has changed my life.   I started keto because I wanted to use a few pounds and look where that led.

I took the liberty of making my own keto autobiography.  I hope Portia won't mind. 

 Chapter 1

I drive down the street.  There’s a McDonald’s on the corner. 

I stop and eat two big macs, an extra-large fry, and a large coke.  

I feel awful afterwards.  I feel guilty and sick. I want to have a hot fudge sundae to help me feel better.

 I am lost.  I am helpless.

It isn’t my fault.  It takes me forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2

I drive down the same street where McDonald’s is on the corner.

I try to resist. I stop again and order two cheeseburgers, extra-large fries, the large coke.

I am here again. I am mad at myself because I've done this again.

But it isn’t my fault. I hear that big food companies have altered fast food so that it’s addictive, keeping us coming back for more. It really isn’t my fault.

It still takes a long time to choose real food.

Chapter 3

I drive by the same McDonald’s.

I see the McDonald’s, I know it’s there. 

I still drive through and order the quarter pounder supersize meal. It is a habit.

My eyes are open.  I know what I’ve done.  I know what I could have ordered—five burger patties, the sausage mcmuffin without the muffin.

It is my fault.  I eat what I've ordered, and I don’t beat myself up. I think about the good food I’ll eat for my next meal—bacon and eggs, steak and green beans with butter, pork chops and caulimash.

Chapter 4

I drive by the same McDonald’s. I see it, I know what’s on the menu. 

I drive through and order the burger patties.

They taste okay.  They fill me up and I’m not hungry for more right now.

I think about what low carb real food I’ll be having for dinner tonight.   I think about stopping at the grocery for the ingredients that I need for that new keto recipe.

Chapter 5

I take a different route. 

It doesn’t even occur to me to drive by a McDonald’s. I feel grateful for real food.   


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