Cake Month and Keto

Well today starts my favorite month. It's birthday month (aka cake month), Halloween, the delightful crisp air with a hint of magic, the trees start to change color and everything just seems homey.
In a span of 5 weeks, our combined families have 6 birthdays, hence calling it cake month. This year will be tricky though, because Hubbs and I are so very low carb now. We're thinking about cheating with some low-carb cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory, but we'll see if it pans out. We'll forego trick-or-treating and handing out candy because the temptation will be pretty great. I think I'll still like this month though.

It's only been 2.5 weeks since we've started the low-carb, high-fat revolution in our house, and I have to say I've been impressed so far. It's really not that hard to hit the daily macros and I definitely don't feel hungry all the time. The scale shows numbers that aren't terrifying. I was at my heaviest probably right before I got pregnant with Ducky, and as of today, I am 30lbs down from that. Over around 13 of which has come off in the last 2.5 weeks. It's still going to be a while before I hit that 50lb goal, but 37 lbs seems more doable than 50 lbs. Maybe after all of these years I just needed to find the proper motivation to lose the weight. Babies are great motivators.

In other news, this month I find out if I got in to the college I applied to for the winter semester. (fingers crossed), and Hubbs has many new job possibilities on the horizon. He's testing for two different jobs next week that will definitely be a big step up for him, so I am nervous and excited, but I'm sure he will do well. The man got a 1560 on his SATs, I'm sure these tests are a cake-walk compared to that.

This month may also be a little difficult. It's almost 5 months since Lumpy passed away and almost a year since I got pregnant with him. I'm doing better with therapy and learning to express my feelings and learning to accept that emotions are ok. Sometimes, when you're hurt for a long time, you build up a huge wall to stop the bad feelings from coming in, but that wall also stops the healing feelings from coming out. I've been shielding myself from pain for so long that it's hard to allow myself to feel it and show that vulnerability, but I'm trying. I'm practicing actually letting the tears come instead of stopping them in their tracks.