Lately ive joined a discord server. Lately ive started calorie counting. Well as good as i can, if my husband caught me using measuing cups for everything im sure hed have something to say.
I had a little over 1000 yesterday, and that i feel was too much. I binged after fasting. I shouldnt have eaten. Ill never look right if i keep eating expecially if i keep eating like that.
I cant wait until i move. Ill be alone often enough that i can do what i want without question. Go for a jog when i want. Itll be ok. Once i move i can do what i want. I can do things my way. And ill be another province away where no one can stop me.
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Its empowering to take control of ones consumption, regardless of how others view it. You need not justify that with anyone, and its crappy for someone else to think they have a say it the matter. I did a water/ black coffee/ supplements fast a few months ago. I must say the first three days were a tough mental game, but pushing through brought such a great peace. I have faith in you. I send you love and strength.
Its not exactly wrong of them to. Ive had an eating problem since i was 11 and im 22 now.
Fasting is a pretty handy trick, but it does take practice to get right. Most days I eat a very small amount in the morning, and my main meal comes after sunset. That’s 8 hours of fasting, followed by half an hour of eating, then 14 hours of fasting overnight.
It isn’t how much you eat, it is about what. I recently started taking a fiber supplement in the morning, and it helps my blood sugar in the afternoon. I can’t lose much more weight without losing connective tissue, and I am deathly afraid of messing up my knees or hands.
Eating is hard, or it has been for me. My entire life I have been on medications that tamped down appetite. Add in water and coffee and there are plenty of ways to avoid eating. This month my budget got cut, which meant most of the foods that I love aren’t available to me. That makes it easier not to eat.
Counterbalance that with a few medications that make me hungry, but when I can’t find a food that appeals that hunger turns into a yawning void of pain below my ribcage.