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Oct. 30th, 2017 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thegingeryone ok if eating problems, weight stuff ect ect gives you The Bad Times you might wanna skip this one bc it's pretty much all about Me being Bad at Eating
I'm overweight by about...three stone. I weigh 90kg and am about 5'6, so I fall squarely into the obese category. I wouldn't say that I get hit by much of the shit that a lot of fat people do, because I am the world's luckiest person when it comes to fat distribution, but I'm definitely overweight. Personally, I'm not too bothered by it- or rather, I'd LIKE to not be bothered by it. In all likelihood, it's probably a mixture of anti-depressant side-effects, a lack of exercise, and comfort eating. I was a fairly stagnant 12st before last May, after all, and then I rapidly put the weight on after starting anti-depressants. So I asked my doctor about it and he suggested I should lose weight. Sounds good to me so far.
The only downside, a very confusing and big downside, is that even though I cut out sugar, and fatty meals, and MASSIVELY cut back on pizza...the weight didn't drop. It didn't move at all to be honest. I made myself eat better (which was probably a good thing) and started doing more exercise, but the weight just stuck around- I got bigger, and then just...stopped.
And yeah, this is pretty much me just whining. Except that...I kept a food diary, feat. calorie counting, which i HATE, and it turns out that I was...generally eating about 1200 calories per day. In other words, way less than an adult should be eating.
Downside is, ever since I asked the doc about it, I get WEIRD about food now- I love eating, I really do, but I feel guilty and nervous if I go for a pizza or curry over like, tomato soup. I literally ate one meal today. I feel like I'm talking garbage and complaining, but god damn it, I've had stomach problems in the past and I refuse to throw myself headlong into that pile of crap again.
Essentially, I'd have to pick between decent mental health, where I let myself eat whatever's around (because seriously, otherwise I don't) or whatever the fuck is happening weight wise. I wish I'd never brought it up. I feel like I should be doing more, constantly, and that I'm some kind of hell whale.
Actually shit, hook me up with that FFX nonsense. I'll be a hell whale. I'll be the best damn hell whale. Move over, Yu Yevon, I'm here to do your job and date your daughter.
I'm overweight by about...three stone. I weigh 90kg and am about 5'6, so I fall squarely into the obese category. I wouldn't say that I get hit by much of the shit that a lot of fat people do, because I am the world's luckiest person when it comes to fat distribution, but I'm definitely overweight. Personally, I'm not too bothered by it- or rather, I'd LIKE to not be bothered by it. In all likelihood, it's probably a mixture of anti-depressant side-effects, a lack of exercise, and comfort eating. I was a fairly stagnant 12st before last May, after all, and then I rapidly put the weight on after starting anti-depressants. So I asked my doctor about it and he suggested I should lose weight. Sounds good to me so far.
The only downside, a very confusing and big downside, is that even though I cut out sugar, and fatty meals, and MASSIVELY cut back on pizza...the weight didn't drop. It didn't move at all to be honest. I made myself eat better (which was probably a good thing) and started doing more exercise, but the weight just stuck around- I got bigger, and then just...stopped.
And yeah, this is pretty much me just whining. Except that...I kept a food diary, feat. calorie counting, which i HATE, and it turns out that I was...generally eating about 1200 calories per day. In other words, way less than an adult should be eating.
Downside is, ever since I asked the doc about it, I get WEIRD about food now- I love eating, I really do, but I feel guilty and nervous if I go for a pizza or curry over like, tomato soup. I literally ate one meal today. I feel like I'm talking garbage and complaining, but god damn it, I've had stomach problems in the past and I refuse to throw myself headlong into that pile of crap again.
Essentially, I'd have to pick between decent mental health, where I let myself eat whatever's around (because seriously, otherwise I don't) or whatever the fuck is happening weight wise. I wish I'd never brought it up. I feel like I should be doing more, constantly, and that I'm some kind of hell whale.
Actually shit, hook me up with that FFX nonsense. I'll be a hell whale. I'll be the best damn hell whale. Move over, Yu Yevon, I'm here to do your job and date your daughter.
