Switching To A Low Carbohydrate Diet As A Runner After Admitting I’m Out Of Control.
I’ve been trying to burn the same 10 pounds of fat that I’ve been attempting to get rid of for ages now.
I run, then I eat like shit and then I feel like shit and then I run and I eat like shit and it just goes around and around.
I mean what’s the fucking point in running 40 miles a week only to eat 40 miles worth of shit back?
I’m starting to fucking bore myself by making the same mistakes over and over. I’m tired of not making enough progress.
I’ve always tried to move forward with my diet but I need to face the facts, I’ve failed.
This week I came to the conclusion that my diet is out of control.
I leave work at about 6pm and go immediately to the shop across the road to buy a bar of Lindt Excellence on Maddox Street.
I then walk across Soho to another corner shop here I buy a bar of Green & Black’s. That’s 2 chocolate bars in about 10 minutes.
From there I ‘treat’ myself to a Wasabi Chicken Katsu Curry, usually whilst I’m still eating the fucking chocolate from earlier.
From Wasabi on Wardour Street I will go for a 3rd chocolate bar at the newsagent’s just down from The Ship.
For dessert. Because this is totally normal isn’t it?
Then the shame kicks in.
When I realise what I’ve done and all the shit that I’ve eaten I go for a pint or two to block out what’s just happened.
After the pub I will head off home via Leicester Square tube station but not before having a fucking croissant at the tube station.
I’ll go to bed and wake up and think “shit I have to burn all of that just to break even. I don’t have the time to run 10 miles so I’m just gonna go back to bed and feel angry at myself all day.”
It’s at that point that I’ll realise that the damage has already been done and have a packet of Wild Berry Skittles.
I really don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me at times.
I guess I’m just not comfortable in my own mind or body.
Eating junk food just keeps my mind occupied for maybe 5 minutes so that I don’t have to think. As thinking leads to worry. And worry leads to panic.
The comfort from eating like shit never lasts and it only gets fucking worse.
So to try to kick my way out of my rut I’ve started on a low carbohydrate diet. I’m sticking to 50g of carbs per day and just aiming to eat filling foods because I’m fucking sick of the minefield of tracking calories, Weight Watchers points and all of that other fucking wank.
Today I went on my first ever run since I started the plan I’d only eaten 35g of carbs today so running 7.6 miles felt a little strange.
It wasn’t ridiculously hard but it was different.
What am I hoping to achieve through the new eating regime?
I don’t really know. I want to visit chocolate shops less often I guess.
I’d like the illusion that I’m in control again too.