I was thinking yesterday that dieting/weight loss/food&body sanity are almost a hobby for me. I have an ‘expert layperson’s’ interest in the process, the changing research and the social climate around these subjects.

I thought I knew a lot, so have been surprised by a couple of things on this blood sugar diet. First, I’m able to exercise and feel good on very few calories. I don’t recall this before. I’m not sure if it’s the uber healthy make-up of the diet, my different stage of life, or just that I was talking myself out of exercising during previous attempts at lower calorie dieting.

I’m also surprised that I don’t crave alcohol. It’s hard to explain but, essentially, when I think about a drink, I don’t get that buzz of anticipation. I know that sounds like an alcoholic speaking but this change in diet has made a huge difference. Very interesting.  (I’ve had less than 3 units of alcohol in 2 weeks. My liver is overwhelmed with gratitude.)

Finally, and this is more my age than the diet, I think I will have to weigh less than at previous ages to achieve the same size – or at least it seems that the scale is ahead of the measuring tape this time when it’s usually been the other way around. Of course, that may be my own body image perception problem and not a problem rooted in fact.

Here are a few old posts around the subject of body image and size perception.

I Feel Fat

I Blame Lycra

Fat Armpits


“I Feel Fat”

I’m thinking that my life’s work should be to discover an antidote to the phrase “I feel fat”.

I know that even skinny girls “feel fat” once in a while. I know that weight/body/food strugglers feel fat (and feel thin) all the time – regardless of available evidence.

These past couple of weeks for me were a storm of virus, hormones, travelling, work stress and health worry. The virus stopped me exercising and the rest made for some chaotic eating. The result was that I “felt fat” and even watched the scales start to creep up to the point that I didn’t want to stand on them.

Because, you know, if you don’t weigh yourself then your weight hasn’t changed.

If I had kept up the daily weighing, I would have seen the weight come down too but I let my “I feel fat” head rule for days. Then, yesterday before the MRI, I had to get weighed.

I’m happy to report that I don’t care about situations like that anymore, but I do guess what the number will be and I was thinking 153lbs because, well, I was “feeling fat”. Anyway – fully clothed, in the middle of the day, I weighed 148lbs. Absolutely fine, normal and not “fat”. Really, I need a brain transplant.

So I stepped on the scale this morning and all is well. I still have 9 days in which to NOT eat my worry about the results of the MRI but I’m so pleased to be starting from normal and not some silly imagined inflated weight.

And I still need to figure out an alternative to “feeling” when it comes to body image.