I've been meaning to add My thoughts and share with Brojos for some time.
One thing I came across was My application towards Discipline, particularly to a new lifestyle I adapted on February 18th of this Year, when I recieved the most shocking health scare of My life on top of My already pr-existing Medical conditions like fatty liver and Sleep apnea and Mental health decline from unemployment, rejection at every job application, forced to leave workplaces deemed illegal, treated like a low class citizen, disrepect from heartless administrations.
Betrayal by friends more concerned about their social status, even Family trying to shove their old world values from 1956, so much so, I went from denying Myself a shred of Carbohydrates from Breads, Pasta, Rice even some vegetables, eating only Meat, eggs, fish, leafy greens, walking and training after every single meal.
I spent a quarter of my last Of My superannuation on Supplements that would enhance the results with wholefoods, each one to heal 10 major organs including the Pancreas and also My Mitchondria, the engine of every cell.
After 6 weeks of discipline it became devotion, i was on a warpath, believe Me, so deep into it during 5 days fasting over easter holidays, testing My Mettle with not a lick of chocolate or any food for that matter, yet it didn't phase Me like it would have 8 years before in a row!
6 weeks in I managed to go in prolong fasts from 12 hours to 5 days and feel no shred of hunger, even wanting to break the 5 day mark, I plan on to as Ketosis helps Me run on My own fat stores, ignoring all the naysayers who'd rather hook me on a drug that will make my problem worse then depend on the next stage of it.
What happened mant weeks in as I began to show up socially, people began to notice in worry "How the fuck did you lose over 25kg in 3 months? Its safe to lose 1 kg a week!"
Hahaha that last sentence alone put Me off from this life changing regime for 9 straight bloody years, because I was so hard on Myself to want the results yesterday.
16 weeks since that horrible day, turns out My Blood test was absolute bullshit, My Doctor didnt even both to reconsider redoing the test, the bastard wrote Me off like a Wrecked Car for the scrapheap, even the Pharmacist was in glee They got a New customer for life, how I wanted to knock the Brows off those buffoons profiting off the misery of others.
Going elsewhere to check My Blood, turns out I was in the clear, yet even so, the discipline of eating and living like a Primal Human didn't feel like negotiation, it felt like a rekindling of a fire been dormant for so long, a Volcano becoming active and wiping out everything the way My regime did to My Visceral fat, that I had to buy a new set of clothes, walking about pulling my trousers up with the belt at its end still wouldn't hold it up.
Now, I got off Keto last week just to celebrate My birthday and enjoy the finest foods on a much needed Cruise Holiday, a reset I probably won't get for a long time unless my financial situation improves.
Only to work back to transition into Ketosis and fat adaptation the minute I docked off through 20 hour fasts 1 meal of meat and green veggies, ketone piss tested positive, without a shred of shame at how I enjoyed fine wine and dining and not even getting sick and feverish like i used to drinking alcohol.
My Journey to physical transformation hasn't finished, I still have a long way to go, yet doing so with devotion rather than complete denial.
Devotion and Discipline, I believe one can have both with the latter enforcing habits long enough to become accustomed to eventually becoming the former until something new needs to be introduced for change to continue transforming.