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DanielBishop
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I was just thinking today how my refeed days usually go. I refeed on Sundays, so come Saturday night I'm pretty excited and the hours can't go past quick enough.
But most of the time, especially after a bad day or I'm not in the best of moods, I think "Fuck it. It's my refeed day tomorrow. The refeed is there so you can get your leptin flowing again, boost your metabolism and stop the cravings. You've worked hard all week, what does it matter if you start the refeed the night before?" And so I begin eating.
But when I do this, I don't eat according to Mr X's guidelines.... I eat whatever I can lay my hands on. A litre of ice-cream, a block of chocolate, a bag of corn chips, whatever is around. Not the best refeed foods, I'm sure you'll agree.... because not only are they high in fat, I go WELL above my BMR+30%. Once I start eating like that, I don't stop. Even the pain of a stomach about to perforate can't stop me. Loaves and loaves of bread, boxes and boxes of cereal, tubs and tubs of yogurt.... they don't stand a chance. They'll be gone by the nightfall.
Not surprisingly, I feel absolutely awful. Not just physically with the excruciating pain of my bloated and stretched stomach which makes it almost impossible to move or even lay down comfortably, or the lethary and exhaustion. But mentally and emotionally. I know that I've ruined all my hard work, and set myself back a week or two at least. The guilt is overwhelming.
Yet, of the 7 or so weeks I've been on Mr X's CKD, I've only managed to CONTROL my refeeds properly twice. The rest of the time, I cave and binge.
However.... the two times I've controlled myself, set out and organised my meals according to the caloric breakdown and eaten them on time, it's been the most awesome day.
All week I think about how much I'd LOVE to attack this food or that food and eat it until I'm stuffed. But when I finally do it, it's okay but not that great. Especially if I go to the point of stuffing, when it's not great at all. Even the first bite, seems to be a bit of a letdown.
But today.... after dieting strictly all week and controlling myself properly, I was finally able to reward myself with my refeed. I ate a pretzel, and I almost had an orgasm. It was the best taste I've ever experienced.
It's amazing how much more you appreciate things when you have them in moderation, and control yourself in between. As much as I love food, I've never enjoyed it as much as I've enjoyed my chocolate fat-free pudding, pretzels and protein/oatmeal shakes.
And it astounds me that with this beautiful win/win situation where you enjoy food more and still look and feel better and stay healthier, there is an obesity epidemic in the Western world.
I don't have perfect discipline or 100% self-control as I've described, but I'm pretty good overall. If only overweight people shared the same and were able to control themselves and eat their favourites only on occasion, they would enjoy food SO much more as I am today.... but be healthier, happier and look a whole lot better.
It's a shame, really. And I feel sorry for those people, but grateful that I have at least the willpower that I do. Because right now, I'm a very happy man. And my waistline won't be paying for it tomorrow.
But most of the time, especially after a bad day or I'm not in the best of moods, I think "Fuck it. It's my refeed day tomorrow. The refeed is there so you can get your leptin flowing again, boost your metabolism and stop the cravings. You've worked hard all week, what does it matter if you start the refeed the night before?" And so I begin eating.
But when I do this, I don't eat according to Mr X's guidelines.... I eat whatever I can lay my hands on. A litre of ice-cream, a block of chocolate, a bag of corn chips, whatever is around. Not the best refeed foods, I'm sure you'll agree.... because not only are they high in fat, I go WELL above my BMR+30%. Once I start eating like that, I don't stop. Even the pain of a stomach about to perforate can't stop me. Loaves and loaves of bread, boxes and boxes of cereal, tubs and tubs of yogurt.... they don't stand a chance. They'll be gone by the nightfall.
Not surprisingly, I feel absolutely awful. Not just physically with the excruciating pain of my bloated and stretched stomach which makes it almost impossible to move or even lay down comfortably, or the lethary and exhaustion. But mentally and emotionally. I know that I've ruined all my hard work, and set myself back a week or two at least. The guilt is overwhelming.
Yet, of the 7 or so weeks I've been on Mr X's CKD, I've only managed to CONTROL my refeeds properly twice. The rest of the time, I cave and binge.
However.... the two times I've controlled myself, set out and organised my meals according to the caloric breakdown and eaten them on time, it's been the most awesome day.
All week I think about how much I'd LOVE to attack this food or that food and eat it until I'm stuffed. But when I finally do it, it's okay but not that great. Especially if I go to the point of stuffing, when it's not great at all. Even the first bite, seems to be a bit of a letdown.
But today.... after dieting strictly all week and controlling myself properly, I was finally able to reward myself with my refeed. I ate a pretzel, and I almost had an orgasm. It was the best taste I've ever experienced.
It's amazing how much more you appreciate things when you have them in moderation, and control yourself in between. As much as I love food, I've never enjoyed it as much as I've enjoyed my chocolate fat-free pudding, pretzels and protein/oatmeal shakes.
And it astounds me that with this beautiful win/win situation where you enjoy food more and still look and feel better and stay healthier, there is an obesity epidemic in the Western world.
I don't have perfect discipline or 100% self-control as I've described, but I'm pretty good overall. If only overweight people shared the same and were able to control themselves and eat their favourites only on occasion, they would enjoy food SO much more as I am today.... but be healthier, happier and look a whole lot better.
It's a shame, really. And I feel sorry for those people, but grateful that I have at least the willpower that I do. Because right now, I'm a very happy man. And my waistline won't be paying for it tomorrow.
