I have found my people!
About five years ago I discovered CICO and MyFitnessPal. I did really well and thought, what if I did even better? And began cutting calories so much that I was down to about 700 calories a day. I lost a lot of weight and was very proud of my 'hard work'.
Well this backfired and I began bingeing. I put it all back on plus more and never managed to get back on the wagon. Then I got pregnant and allowed myself to eat whatever I wanted because, hey, I was pregnant. Promised myself I'd begin losing weight when baby was here, then baby arrived and I thought well, I have a newborn so I should eat whatever I want and when I return to work I'll begin my weight loss journey. I returned to work months ago and I'm still stuffing my gob.
I love food. Nothing brings me more joy than eating, it's like a hobby of mine. But I mean takeaways, pizza, McDonald's, Chinese, kebab, KFC. My partner and I will order takeaway three or four times a week. Well it's him that orders it (I've never asked why, I just rarely have the spare cash for it and I can't say no when he offers!). I love crisps and chocolate and malibu with sugary orange juice. Funnily enough I'm quite strict about sugary drinks (aside from the aforementioned malibu), I don't have sugar in my coffee or tea, I only drink water or squash or coke zero / zero calorie fizz.
I've tried eating in the recommended calorie deficit which for me is about 1350, but it's just not enough. By the time I've had my lunch (sandwich, crisps, maybe a chocolate bar) I've got about 600 left for dinner! I just love eating so much but I absolutely abhor the way I look. But we both work full time and have a toddler, by the time we're home from work we feel like we never have the time or energy to cook and we never bother with any sort of meal prep. Let's face it, it's a million times easier to open an app and order a heart attack or diabetes in a few clicks.
I wish I had someone who lived with us who did all of our grocery shopping and only bought healthy and nutritional food. Someone to talk us out of ordering takeaway every time we got the craving.