Yes I've had my thyroid checked. Normal.
I've had all my bloods checked. All normal.
In February we, as a family, went away for 5 days. Stayed in a Premier Inn.
DH and DC made full use of the all you can eat breakfast buffet that Premier Inn is famous for. DH piled his plate with sausages, bacon, hash browns, eggs, beans, toast, black pudding, wolfed it down, then he went back up for seconds! Followed by yogurt, fruit and pastries, washed down with hot chocolate and glasses of fruit juice. Every. Single. Morning. For 5 mornings straight. He ate scones with clotted cream at cafes mid morning. He ate baguettes rammed with mayo and cheese at lunch. Then we'd go for a walk through the countryside and he'd declare himself ravenous by dinner time and polished off the biggest meal he could find on the pub menu every single evening, ate side orders of bowls of chips and garlic bread and bowls of deep fried onion rings, enjoyed every pub dinner with a couple of pints of beer, then topped it all off with sticky toffee sponge and custard, and jam rolypoly and custard, and tiramasu, and cheesecake with cream.
He was eating up all the kids leftovers. Oh and I forgot to mention the bags of crisps and peanuts ordered at the bar to eat whilst waiting for his meal to be served. He was also eating random bakewell tarts, chocolate muffins, millionaires slices every time we passed a bakery throughout our 5 days away.
He is literally an eating machine. He does not stop eating. He is 5 ft 7" tall. His BMI is 21. He does not do a manual job, he is desk based. He does not exercise. He returned from our 5 day trip the exact same size as he was when he left.
Now then.
I am also 5ft 7". My job is more physically energetic than his is and I exercise regularly. And if I ate in 5 days what he ate in those 5 days, I would have ballooned. No joke, I would have gained pounds in weight.
Here's what I ate during the same 5 days:
Breakfast - nothing. Not one Premier Inn breakfast. Nadal.
Lunch - nothing.
Cafes - cup of tea only. No food. No cakes. No scones. Nothing.
Bakery stops - nothing for me.
Pub dinner - the lowest calorie meal I could find on the menu. Think salmon with new potatoes and veg. No side orders. No dessert. No alcohol. No sugar drinks. Pub drinks for me were soda water.
I literally ate 1 meal a day for the whole 5 days. And I walked for miles every single day, many more miles than I usually do.
And I also returned home the same size and weight as I was when I left.
I'm convinced, absolutely convinced, that I've got some sort of genuine metabolic abnormality. I just have no clue what it is. There has, has, HAS to be something much more complicated going on with obesity than what we currently understand. There honestly has to be. I'm a screaming example of how some people are obese despite being active and eating less calories than they are expending and the calories I do eat are healthy ones and there is literally NOTHING I can do to lose weight.
I'm trapped inside a body that's 3 stone heavier than it should be yet it's nothing to do with what I'm eating.