June 2021.
I’m at the lakes. (if you’re not familiar with UK – the region is Cumbria, and yes it’s full of lakes)
The hotel serves fabulous food. There are no scales in sight. I’ll eat and drink what I want and however much I want. I won’t think about my weight, or my diet, or my food regimes. I’m just going to have some fun. It’s nice and I also think it’s good to have breaks from diet and exercise regimes, otherwise it’s all too easy to take it extreme. It my sound stupid and ridiculous to some – but one of my fears about going on extreme diets in the past – was the fear that I may literally take it to far and fall into bulimia or anorexia. I don’t know what’s worse – and eating disorder that stops you from eating, or one that takes you to the fridge every five minutes.
Actually when I first heard that overeating is also a form of an eating disorder I was surprised. That was years ago now, and now I know more about it – me and rest of the society. My eating habits, until recently were definitely verging on the overeating side of things, and it must have been during the biggest bouts of my depression that I gained all that extra weight – deluding myself that i wasn’t fat. I was. I really was. According to medical records – I was obese. I’d say – fat. Now, finally, I’m just a bit chubby.
Digressing. Again. So – I’m in the lakes, surrounded by yummy food, and I’m going to enjoy myself; and I’ll deal with the effects when I get home. Actually, I did go on a massive walk on day 2 – to stretch out my legs. Beyond that – we shall see.
Right now I’m just happy to be seeing people in the flesh – and what’s more, people that aren’t just the local shopkeeper – but my friends and family, whom I haven’t seen in so long, I almost forgot what they look like. Stupid pandemic.
Epilogue:
Day 4 in the lakes – my body is beginning to shut down.
OK, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but it’s evident that after 4 days of stuffing my face – and I do mean literally stuffing my face, with bread, cakes, chips, red meat – my body is saying enough! My home cooking these days involves very little processed food, hardly any seasoning or sauces, and the portions are much much smaller. Or rather I limit myself to one course at dinner not 4! So after 4 days of consistent and ridiculous overeating my body has had enough. It started to feel bloated and uncomfortable and a clear signal that I need to wind back down to my home eating regime for the reminder of the stay-cation.
One thing is for sure though, I’m not getting back on scales for at least a week after going back home. No point annoying myself.
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