the quest for "size 0"
Jul. 26th, 2007 01:11 pmSee with
amilyn, this is an article about a 28 y.o. woman who went on a diet for the UK Super Slim Me challenge. Her goal was to go from size 10 UK to size 4 UK (size 0 US)
Apparently, while she felt good at first, by the sixth or seventh week of the challenge, she was utterly miserable. At one stage, she was eating 8 blueberries and a spoonful of yogurt for breakfast.
"My Quest For Size Zero" by Dawn Porter. Excerpt:
She had to survive on 500 calories a day. Apparently the nutritional suggestion is that a grown woman have at least 2000 calories a day.
*shudders*
I've occasionally posted about 'feeling fat' in here - particularly when I don't fit into old clothes. (Ironically, the clothes I don't fit into are at least 5 years old and were purchased when I was in my early 20s, so it's not entirely surprising I don't fit into them at age 30.) For me, the 'feeling fat' comes from being, well, slobbish - which or me, means not going to the gym on a regular basis.
When I'm regularly at gym, my flab reduces, my metabolism improves, and I feel generally better about myself, even if my body aches a little afterwards. I may not lose weight (I don't need to right now) but the body feels good. Which is what's important, I think.
I need an icon of Jamie Bamber in the fatsuit for posts like these.
Actually, I need to do some writing today.... *posts and nicks off*
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Apparently, while she felt good at first, by the sixth or seventh week of the challenge, she was utterly miserable. At one stage, she was eating 8 blueberries and a spoonful of yogurt for breakfast.
"My Quest For Size Zero" by Dawn Porter. Excerpt:
My mindset started to change. Food was all I could think about. At night, I'd lie awake, starving hungry, fantasising about the first meal I'd have when I came off this diet.(Throughout the experiment, the hunger never went away - that's another myth.)
But for all my joy at losing weight by week seven the depression kicked in. I'd never suffered depression in my life, yet here I was, so miserable I would cry for no reason.
As well as the insomnia, I started to have violent mood swings, yelling at my friends over nothing.
I had terrible headaches, and extreme constipation. It was awful.
She had to survive on 500 calories a day. Apparently the nutritional suggestion is that a grown woman have at least 2000 calories a day.
*shudders*
I've occasionally posted about 'feeling fat' in here - particularly when I don't fit into old clothes. (Ironically, the clothes I don't fit into are at least 5 years old and were purchased when I was in my early 20s, so it's not entirely surprising I don't fit into them at age 30.) For me, the 'feeling fat' comes from being, well, slobbish - which or me, means not going to the gym on a regular basis.
When I'm regularly at gym, my flab reduces, my metabolism improves, and I feel generally better about myself, even if my body aches a little afterwards. I may not lose weight (I don't need to right now) but the body feels good. Which is what's important, I think.
I need an icon of Jamie Bamber in the fatsuit for posts like these.
Actually, I need to do some writing today.... *posts and nicks off*