Well, I did it. I cheated.

It all started with a ham. A sugary ham. A Honey Baked Ham, god dammit. Hey, at least I cheated on the Lord’s Day. (Is Easter the Lord’s Day? I can’t remember.)

Either way—I kinda knew what I was getting into. I’m not saying I had a real plan. My brain existed in a superposition since Friday when I picked the ham up after work. I neither acknowledged the ham as something I would eat, nor did I discount the idea. I didn’t think about the carbs. I didn’t swear it off. I just picked the thing up and forgot about it.

Sunday rolls around. I’m still not thinking much about it. Eventually, it’s time. I unwrap it (mainly to get some for my son’s dinner plate), and that’s when I have to make a decision. God, it looked good. Ham by itself? Totally fine. But honey baked ham, with globs of caramelized sugar stuck to the edges of each slice? That’s something else.

The initial plan: avoid the sugary bits, stick to the meat. You’ll be fine. Wrong.

That plan fell apart the second I accidentally ingested a small piece of literal crack. I’m exaggerating—but yeah, once it happened, I just kind of acknowledged the truth: there was a real chance I’d get kicked out of ketosis. I mentioned it to my wife too. And when I say I didn’t mind that idea, I mean it. Here’s why…

This time around with keto is different. Or at least, it’s supposed to be. The plan is: keto is the baseline, everything else is the exception. This is a lifestyle now. There’s no “end” in sight. I’m not doing keto for eight months and then exiting. I’m the kind of guy who eats keto full time—and maybe occasionally breaks to celebrate the Lord on Easter. (I am an atheist. But for God, I will eat some carbs.)

Easter was what it was. I didn’t know if I got kicked out or not, but the second round of honey baked ham at 11 p.m. didn’t help. Neither did the following day, when I tested my blood and confirmed I was out of ketosis—and then ate six more pieces without guilt.

It’s two days of my life. I’ve been keto for over two months now. The plan? Act like I never stopped.

Really—it’s that simple. In the past, I’d get derailed if I got off my game. That’s the unfortunate side effect of being an “all or nothing” guy. But something’s different this time. I’m not discouraged. I know I’ll be okay.

Tomorrow, I’ll wake up, grab my black coffee or zero-carb energy drink, fast until the afternoon, and eat a normal keto dinner. Business as usual.

I’m done being fat. I’m done with the bullshit. I’m a full-time keto guy who cheats once in a blue moon—and then acts like it never happened. And honestly? Acting like it never happened helps. It gets you back on track immediately. No spiral. No guilt binge. Just back to normal macros.

So that was Easter.

I wanted to share a real keto story—from someone who’s living it day to day, and who’s laser-focused on the goal of eliminating obesity once and for all. I’ll be watching the short-term weight data to see if this little detour had any noticeable effect. But ultimately, I’m letting it fade into the background as just a small blip in a long-term trend.

—from chillenth