@csb It has been two months now. Exercise every day, all day, without rest. My blood is nothing but caffeine and amphetamines, barely keeping my body moving. My heart is racing. In my sleep deprived state, I mistakenly eat a slice of bread, snapping my body out of ketosis instantly. It takes me less than a second to realize what I've done. I try to force myself to vomit, to expel the carb-infested bread from my body, but it is already too late. I have regained 20 pounds before my brain could even register what I had done and with every moment that passes, more and more pour onto my body, undoing the last two months of work in a matter of seconds. As I die from shock and shame, I mutter with my final breath, "But I almost made it, bruh..."