Things That Happened When I Stopped Dieting
In January I resolved, as so many do, to “get my eating back on track” and I started tracking the food I ate.
I restricted. I obsessed about snacks that were less than a hundred calories. I choked down “healthy meals” that made me gag.
All in the name of my health.
All in the name of a smaller body.
And I had finally had enough.
I flat out stopped dieting. I decided I would not restrict anything anymore.
I was starving myself deliberately and making it a moral stance.
In the past, I did Whole30, I did autoimmune elimination diets, I went gluten-free, sugar-free, dairy-free, nightshade-free, and I did vegan keto for all of two weeks. I did three day cleanses, three times, involving two or three shakes a day plus a piece of fruit plus a salad with a vinaigrette dressing and salmon or chicken breast.
I used to pack carrots and celery with almond butter in my lunch and force myself to go hungry if I “wasn’t hungry enough for my carrots.”
I hate raw carrots and they make me gag. I was starving myself deliberately and making it a moral stance.
Nope.
