@BackToWegovy @NaivePrey hello 🙋♂️! Welcome!
@Azuresky68 Ooh I’m so sorrry, I have no hope to offer; I’m losing my 1lb a week on just 1100 calories a day and if I eat more, I gain. I count everything religiously because, oddly, counting calories doesn’t trigger me (weighing myself used to until I got smart scales but now I’m obsessed with my fat and muscle percentages rather than my weight. Is this a weird kind of progress?!). My experience is that all the things which claim to work out what calories you can consume are way, way out. My scales say my minimum calorie burn just existing is 1285. If I ate that, I’d gain.
a long time ago, on the original thread, someone posted a really interesting clip of a lady explaining that if you have hypothyroidism, take 10% off the recommended calories. If you have PCOS, take off the 10% again. When I watched it I thought, I can’t survive on less than my current 1300 calories. But since Mj deadened my appetite I thought I’d test the theory. I have both conditions so I took 20% off my 1300 calories (broadly). That’s how I got to a daily goal of 1000/1100 calories, and I’m losing 1lb a week steadily. Any more calories than that…no weight loss.
weirdly I’m not too concerned about maintaining my weight loss once I get there. I’m far from complacent but I kept three stone off over two decades, including through menopause. I have iron discipline like many others on here. But without Mj I couldn’t eat little enough to lose. My hope is that I already have the discipline to maintain a loss; it was getting to my goal weight in the first place which has always eluded me. Like you guys, over a period of 50 years!
I’m now 17lb down in 17 weeks. I really resented the fast losers (because I’m vile) and raged regularly on this thread and elsewhere, but eventually I buckled down and got on with it. For me, the biggest effects of Mj (both of which didn’t really kick in until 7.5mg) are a) a failure to recognise hunger any more, meaning I can eat a lot less and b) a weird lack of emotion around dieting. Until now I have never been able to shrug my shoulders and say “so what” if I put on a pound. In fact I’d spiral and eat 15kg of crap through frustration. Now I genuinely don’t care. Don’t know why, but all emotion around the subject has gone. And I love that.
well, this has turned into a screed! Sorry! I’m stopping! Big love to everyone 🥰