If everything in your life is not working, all at the same time, it is actually fairly unlikely that incremental improvement will give you the results you want. If you have a terrible job in a terrible city where you live with a terrible boyfriend in too-close proximity to your terrible relatives, and you try to fix everything as it stands, it’s pretty likely that you will wear yourself out early on, and you will stop tinkering as soon as things become bearable again – that is, the goal will become relief, not awesomeness.
Yet another example of how bodies are not bunsen burners, and calories in/calories out is not the guaranteed route to weight loss.
Content note: discussion of illness, scale numbers, and calorie counting
Last Tuesday (January 1) morning I developed a tonsil infection and stomach flu, and despite seeking medical attention immediately, by Tuesday night my throat was so swollen that I was unable to drink water, let alone eat any solid food. Not that I could have kept it down if I’d been able to eat it. On Wednesday and Thursday the situation was much the same (although thankfully the swelling decreased dramatically on Wednesday evening due to my trip to the ER) and on Friday I went to my family doctor and she recommended that I go on a 4 day clear fluid fast, for both issues.
So at this point I’m at day 4 with no food except for Tuesday’s breakfast. Friday through Monday I “ate” nothing but apple juice and fat free low sodium chicken broth (ewwww), and a few handfuls of unsalted saltines. This Tuesday (January 8) I was finally able to cope with real food, and I was so hungry that I ate a good 2500 calories worth of bananas, rice, applesauce, and dry toast. Then, from Wednesday through to today, I’ve been “making up for lost time” by eating significantly more than usual - I’m not keeping track, but I’d estimate at least 3000 calories a day, and lots of “junk” food.
My weight on Tuesday the 1st, when I first started feeling ill, was 138lbs. My weight on Tuesday the 8th, just after a week-long fast, was 143lbs. My weight this morning, Friday the 11th, is 139lbs.
Soooooo basically, I call bullshit on the whole idea that this shit is simple and not dependent on individual bodies.
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