The result: in two days I gained back all 8 pounds and couple bonus ones too. I will give a few of them a pass, hormones mean that I may have probably gained two pounds in my boobs alone, but still...what the fucking fuck. This news makes me want to stress eat an entire batch of cupcakes, but perhaps I will avoid that for the immediate future. However, this raises two very important (though not surprising) points:
- If I want to achieve any measure of sustainable weight loss I will have to spend every minute of every day until the day I die meticulously tracking every single bite that passes my lips. If I want to look a certain way then I will be a literal prisoner to my caloric consumption forever. Sounds great right?
- Maybe for me calorie restriction just isn't the answer. No matter how you cut it there is something seriously messed up with my body if I can gain 10 pounds in two days even when trying to make weight conscious choices. If the only way to lose weight, let alone keep it off, is to basically subsist on a starvation diet despite my actiavity level, maybe this isn't such a good idea.
I hate this.
I hate how it makes me feel about myself.
I don't think this is what the brochures were talking about when they spoke of wellness being empowering.