Day 2 – A Better Day With More Exercise And A Bigger Calorie Deficit!

Weight

I had a better day yesterday logging 2,300 calories and an 8 mile run. I knew it was possible if I just concentrated on spacing my eating out more. So fucking happy I made it 2 days. Seriously. The amount of times I’ve tried logging shit in MyFitnessPal and failed is embarrassing.

Diet is typically appalling. Rolos and Wether’s Original for breakfast. Own-brand cheese strings for lunch. I’m living the fucking dream. Only it isn’t really a dream. It’s not a nightmare either. Nightmares involve creepy well dwelling TV bints.

I’m a rat living in my own cage, surfing and scratching for my next dopamine hit.

My weight is down to 204lbs. This is closer to my true weight which has been hovering closer to 203lbs/92kg for almost 6 months now. I binged on chocolate and pastries in The Hague.  That naturally means I’m still bloated so I expect my weight to decrease a little more over the next few days.

I’ve had a few awakenings recently.

I don’t have to eat just because I’m scared that ‘I need the food’.  I am not a fucking kid anymore. This is not dinner time with Mother and the sprouts and the hiding of the food I couldn’t possibly eat.

I don’t have to eat just because I’m awake and feeling empty.

I can instead give thanks to my higher power Iggy Pop. The documentary ‘Gimme Danger’ is definitely one to watch.

Anyway I digress. The truth is that I have to force myself to eat in the morning. My body is naturally telling me to start eating later in the day so that I can be ready for my belly’s up for the cup.

Dieting is for wankers.

Not always, but usually. Just go to reddit/r/keto if you want to see it in action. I tried that diet a few times and the last time I had to take so many supplements just to stop my lips falling off. If something is wrong with you on the ketogenic diet the only answer you get is EAT MORE FUCKING COCONUT OIL!!! Yeah. Bring butter to snack on and start snorting fucking walruses. They are royal fat cunts and KETO TO THE FUCKING MAX.

Aw. Don’t be rude. He’s someone’s mam. 

Given the rant before the walrus, this next paragraph might sound hypocritical.

I don’t understand people who attack others for not following diets properly. It always seems to be the person’s fault rather than the diet’s fault. A sign of a good diet is one that’s easy to follow. Similarly, if I built a computer that exploded in the user’s face when it was switched on then I’d be to blame for building a shitty Computer made out of Semtex and the wrong type of chips.

Diets are diets and we only have to go on them generally because we have too much food. If that isn’t a thought that makes you want to stuff your face with Mars Bars I don’t know what is.

That’s two days in a row that I’ve moved forward. Yesterday was a small step. Today was a medium sized step. They all count and long may this rekindled hope last.