Hands up if you've lost a shedload of weight and then put it all back on. 'Cause I know I have. I lost and regained 60lb and it started with one cracker. TL;DR below.
First a bit of background. Over the course of a year or so I lost 60lb. Felt on top of the world. Still had a way to go, but I was proud. I'd cut out all booze and sugary drinks, was logging every morsel I ate or drank, and worked out 7-10 hours per week.
What I didn't realize was my frenetic regime and uber-discipline wasn't sustainable forever (at least not the way I was doing it). I was starving a lot of the time. I had hunger pangs, headaches, irritability. Wasn't paying attention to macros or electrolytes. I felt freezing cold a lot of the time, and tired. It wasn't the right path for me.
Anyway, the cracker. I was at a party. I hadn't yet eaten that day - skipped breakfast, had to work through lunch and then headed out to this party after work - so I was ravenous. Planned on grabbing a salad on the way home. Someone offered me a cracker, I refused. They offered again, I refused. Did a few rounds of this where I tried to explain I was watching what I ate etc. You all know the drill.
It's so hard sometimes to explain to people who have never been overweight that no, I can't just have some birthday cake or pizza. I clearly have not had a good relationship with food all my life, or I wouldn't have ended up obese.
Eventually I broke, figured 'okay, f_ck it', took the cracker. Yummo. I had another, then another. Then added some cheese. Someone thrust a glass of red wine into my hand. Suddenly I was right back to my natural habitat of a few years previously - wine, cheese, crackers, party party party. My friends seem overjoyed to have the 'old me' back. Oh, how easy it is to slip back into bad habits!
The morning after the party I was hungover as hell. Got some greasy food and coke to wash it down. "I'll get back on the wagon Monday".
You know how you know you're doing something you shouldn't, but do it anyway? I do, it's how I got so fat in the first place. That became my life for the next two years. I went right back into eating and drinking the wrong things, and my weight ballooned back up those 60lb. 2-3lb a month doesn't sound like a lot, but it is if continuous over a couple years! I wish someone had given me 60lb of bricks on day 1 and told me to carry it around.
This past few months I've finally come to my senses again. Eating better, drinking WAY less. Lost a few pounds, not that I was weighing myself regularly. This week I started logging again and following a ketogenic diet where I'd previously been high carb. The great thing about eating fat is it keeps me far more satiated, I've not felt hungry really. I am making sure to be at a caloric deficit, and as well as CICO I'm paying very close attention to my macros.
Logging alone is making me more mindful of what I consume, and almost forcing me into positive choices by default. I'm going to take it 1lb at a time and see how I go. I also no longer associate with many of the same friends from that party. Nothing against them personally, but for me to be in the right headspace I feel like I need to avoid temptation as much as possible.
There's crackers in the house right now, ironically, but I'm not tempted. Too many carbs and calories!
TL;DR - I accepted an offered cracker, couldn't stop and my diet and exercise regime fell apart, leading to me putting on 60lb over the course of a couple of years.
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