I was so sick of it all.
Sick of counting, measuring, starving, bingeing, colouring in fucking boxes, slogging my guts out on exercise I hated and clapping like a seal.
I've done them all. And I've lost many stones, over and over again.
And once the unsustainability of them becomes unbearable it's all gone back on, with interest.
Slimming World, Weight Watchers, RC, the feckin 800 calories bollocks, Atkins, LCHF etc.
None of them are a life choice. They are a miserable choice and are all bizarrely restrictive in their own ways.
I've even done the RH Fitness, Rebelfit, James Smith Academy type ones.
They are just as unsustainable.
Rebelfit told me to ignore the guilt of the slimming companies and took my money, then asked me to colour code my 'meal blocks' based on how processed they were. Any chopping or mixing food moved it along the 'scale'. Purple 'bad', orange 'middling', green 'good' (though he insisted that it wasn't good/bad it clearly is, why say aim for green blocks then?)
The JSA and RH Fitness types are just as unsustainable too. They want you to eat a ridiculous amount of protein every day (that seemed to leave me spotty, ill and dreading food). And weigh literally every morsel of food/liquid that enters your mouth. I am NEVER weighing bloody coffee granules again.
That Richie bloke lays into slimming world 'bollocks' foods then waxes lyrical about how great cottage cheese oats are. 🤢 And weighing every day was terrible for my mental health.
I've come to the conclusion they are all the same, just in the business of making money from my misery.
I'm stopping the cycle (and the drain on my bank account).
I haven't dieted for the last two weeks.
Instead of fretting over how many steps I'd done (used to jog around the living room like a twat) I threw that blasted fitbit away. I played with my dc, I walked around our local parks, danced to Siri and I actually even had fun lifting some weights when I felt like it.
I didn't eat breakfast, because it turns out I personally don't really like it. I'd been eating it for years because it's 'good for your metabolism.
I ate what I liked, just sensibly. I'd binged before and thought I just didn't know my 'hunger cues'. Turns out I do know one sandwich is better than a mile high plate of 'free food'. All that food that seemed so irresistible when I was starving just seemed to have lose their pull.
I'm under no illusions, this is a long road. But I popped on the scales this morning for the first time since stopping the stress.
I'd lost ten pounds. In two weeks.
And despite being pleased that my new relaxed way of being healthy seems to be working I am also furious.
All those years wasted. All those vultures.
I don't know what the point of this rather rambling post is. I just wanted to vent I guess.
TLDR - All diets, even those ones that pretend not to be diets, are money making machines that churn the vast majority of overweight people up and spit them out, heavier and more mentally damaged than before. Which leaves them vulnerable to the next predator that comes along to take some cash.
Source - My life.