Following on from recent concerns about the blurry boundary between sensible dieting and eating disorders, last week I saw a friend that I hadn't seen for a month or so, and she's slipped right over the line. She's now painfully thin, feels fragile to hold, and looks about ten years older than she did a few months ago. Frankly, it scared the shit out of me (as well as bringing tears to my eyes), and I decided on the spot to give up on dieting for a while. And by 'on the spot', I mean 'we were in a pub, and I ordered a cheeseburger and chips there and then'.
So, for the last ten days I've been eating cheeseburgers (nice big juicy ones and nasty little McDonalds ones), chips, KFC, pizza, sugar on my cereal, salt on my chips, and oh my god have I been eating chocolate - several family-size bars and whole chocolate oranges, nom nom nom. So that's been fun. (Except the McDonalds, which was kind of grim actually, but nothing new there.)
I've only been to the gym twice, once last week to do a short set of a few reps on a few machines, and once this week to do a full set on everything.
I've lost 0.5kg of weight, my body-fat is down 0.5% and my muscle is up by the same amount. Go figure.
Oh yes; probably also worth mentioning that my mood is greatly improved these last few days. Correlation or causation? Bit of both maybe.
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