I got my first "Are you doing OK"? (with the eyes and that tilted head saying "I'm concerned for your well being"). Me: Yeah, feel great, been exercing and getting down to batum weight class (thought that was funny). You see, I'm a large guy, over 6'2" so my bones and skin alone probably weigh 100#s. That's what makes it funny. Moving on . . . "You shouldn't lose any more weight". "You're getting too thin". Has anyone gotten these type comments?
Here's the backstory. Chubbish kid (not obese, and most certainly not thin. I think I was called big boned), didn't care. Started to care when I'd been in college a few years. Dieted my adult whole life, but was never more than 50# overweight and, in fact, mostly never more than 30# overweight, mostly around 20#'s overweight, at the peaks. You know, the "husky" guy that shocks you when he says he weighs 230#. When starting the cycle (yo yo, as it's called) I am pretty careful to have a plan and stick to it for a long time. Determination. I got it (and the FitBit obsession helps). But, then I fall back into old habits and trail off the new (healthy) ones . . . slowly mind you, over months and months. Oh, I gained 5#, I can lose that in a month, starting tomorrow, no problem. Gimme those french fries. But, then, before I know it, I'm above where I tolerate seeing myself naked (that +20) and the cycle starts all over again to lose it. Oy, I'm stressing myself out thinking about it. The naked reference may have been over the top but I am also hungry for fries now. Double whammy.
My calorie deficit as of late has been substantial. I've lost that pesky 25#s and, frankly, I don't want to lose much more, I kinda agree with my friend in the opening sentence. I exercise about 4-6 days a week, mostly distance running around 6-15 miles per day. To feed (literally) that habit, I'd need to eat a lot more than what I've been eating since the start of 2014. I'm scared to do that. It seems like the more I eat, the more I want to eat and the more bad choices I make. Well, then, I can think about slacking off the exercise, right? Well, that scares me too. I don't want to do that for fear that I can't eat whatever I want (which I feel I can do now, I just don't -- well, more honestly, not often). While I don't LOVE running (like is a little too strong too), I do enjoy the time alone, with music, the pavement, sweating and that fulfilling feeling when I get back to my house and I've covered 10 or 15 miles. Ahhh, glorious accomplishment.
So, just wondering if anyone has such a problem and how you might be dealing/have dealt with it. The yo yo's on the downside and I want off. How to transition, I feel it's key. Would love some input.
