Despite this view that being slim is just some constant state which slim people effortlessly maintain, slim people also put on weight during their lives and find it unpleasant to lose it. I’m slim, though over the last year, I put on over half a stone. I know why I put on over half a stone: I’ve been eating in far too many really nice steak restaurants, and I’ve been drinking far too much wine. I’ve not been doing enough exercise to outrun that. It’s not some sort of moral failing on my part that I really like steak and wine and that I’ve put on that weight, it’s total normal and human, I’m not a failure because I’ve put on some weight and kept it – but it’s also not a mysterious puzzle to be decoded.
I’ve just come to the end of a 30-day very-low-carb diet. I’ve eaten pretty much nothing but eggs, nuts, chicken, ham, liver, tofu, tinned sardines and tuna, spinach, celery, tomatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, okra, cheese, and bone broth. All the right nutrition there, just very very dull. I’ve lost almost a stone. Has it been an enjoyable month? Not really, it and I have been thoroughly tedious. Have I been hungry sometimes? Absolutely I have. Have I had so-called food noise, thinking about food and what I’d like to eat quite a lot? Again, yes.
And it’s easy to see why so many people overeat whilst thinking they barely eat anything when you spend a month reading the ingredients on every package you pick up and logging every single thing you eat. That portion of roast chicken? 600 calories. A recommended portion of plain pecan nuts? 200 calories - and further to that: the portion of plain pecan nuts you pour out for yourself which you think is the correct portion size? Well, turns out that’s more than double the actual portion recommended and you’ve just eaten 500 calories. A small tablespoon of mayo for your salad? 120 calories. You can easily tell yourself you’ve eaten very little where when you actually pay attention, you realise that isn’t the case.