Thanks to _scarlet_ibis_ for the link.
So apparently, I really DO have to starve myself to be thinner.
All my life, I've struggled with weight. I grew up surrounded by girls that you could literally wrap your hands around their thighs and touch your opposing fingers. But that was never the case for me. A couple of years ago, I went on an intensive diet program. Six months of a doctor supervised diet, with a nutritionist and a personal trainer. Six months. I lost 10 pounds. Eight of those pounds were after he gave me a diet pill to boost my metabolism -- which also caused my heart rate to skyrocket, incidentally. Made my personal trainer more than a little nervous when he had me on the elliptical and saw my heart rate up around 200.
So in March of 2006, I went to a seminar on weight loss surgery. Then I made my appointment, and I had metabolic testing. The metabolic test showed I was just fine in that arena, so why wasn't I losing weight? I'd rarely eat 2000 calories a day -- it was usually around 1500 or 1600. I should have had the pounds melting off. But I wasn't. It took having a small band wrapped around my stomach, so that I couldn't ingest more than 300 calories a day for the first month. No more than 600 calories a day for the next five months. And now, I usually eat right around 1000 to 1100 calories a day. On a good day. Usually I'm around 800. And the weight stays off. If it weren't for that band making me think I'm not hungry, I'd be fucking miserable. Because hey, 800 calories a day is not enough food. Every time I log onto one of those diet websites and log in my intake, it screeches at me that I need to eat more. But yet, I know if I do? I'll be back up to almost 240 pounds again. Seems I was just born that way.
All my life, I've struggled with weight. I grew up surrounded by girls that you could literally wrap your hands around their thighs and touch your opposing fingers. But that was never the case for me. A couple of years ago, I went on an intensive diet program. Six months of a doctor supervised diet, with a nutritionist and a personal trainer. Six months. I lost 10 pounds. Eight of those pounds were after he gave me a diet pill to boost my metabolism -- which also caused my heart rate to skyrocket, incidentally. Made my personal trainer more than a little nervous when he had me on the elliptical and saw my heart rate up around 200.
So in March of 2006, I went to a seminar on weight loss surgery. Then I made my appointment, and I had metabolic testing. The metabolic test showed I was just fine in that arena, so why wasn't I losing weight? I'd rarely eat 2000 calories a day -- it was usually around 1500 or 1600. I should have had the pounds melting off. But I wasn't. It took having a small band wrapped around my stomach, so that I couldn't ingest more than 300 calories a day for the first month. No more than 600 calories a day for the next five months. And now, I usually eat right around 1000 to 1100 calories a day. On a good day. Usually I'm around 800. And the weight stays off. If it weren't for that band making me think I'm not hungry, I'd be fucking miserable. Because hey, 800 calories a day is not enough food. Every time I log onto one of those diet websites and log in my intake, it screeches at me that I need to eat more. But yet, I know if I do? I'll be back up to almost 240 pounds again. Seems I was just born that way.