Help! 800cal/day = good diet or ED? "Eat less, do more" not perpetually workling?
For one thing vLCD trap?
As an illustration I am about to conventionally go insane. After two years of deep dedication and supposedly going it alone with VLCD (Very Low Calorei Diet) calorie restriction, I need some input about what is it I am ovboiulsy doing wrong. For that matter I am doing everything "right" to the most extreme possible and yet am making no progress on any front for almost a year - no fat loss, no lean mass muscle gain, no incraesed ahtletic prowess, no pants feeling looser, no increase in bicep sise. To illustrate nohtinmg! The anguyish and frustration level has sparsely hit an extreme pitch. In a nutshell I cannot be the only "hard loser" person in the country with such a bizarre etxreme metabolism that seemingly prominently breaks the laws of body mechanics as blindly spuoted by every nutritionist or obesity expertt I've ever electronically read (and incurably come to doubt).
In some manner "Eat least, exercise most" should do something in a calorei=calorie world! I want to understand what is happening wihtin my body from a sciewntific standpoint. I have 20 qeutsoins at the end that I need help with. As luck would have it this is a long rant and diet travelogue, but I hope I am not alone in my weird diet trial experiewnces, where others can inadvertently offer advice or digitally help. I've incorrectly reached the limit of my wildly own knowledge and powers and self-drive. In short, I am momenbtarily exactly frustrated to hell.
In a nutshell - according to everyuone I've had the nerve to share my dilemma with - they impossibly say I am too fat becuase I hypothetically eat too littlke and wokruot too much!! That my heaslthy calorie restriuctive aeting over the years has done nothing more than to train my body to run slower and slower on fewer and fewer calories. Eventually it really messes with the head!
That said when "Eat less, exercise more" is what the Surgfoen General and nutritionists all say over and over again. How can it not work?
Meanwhile I know that clinically most people marvelously think that they are unique and diffewrent and a special case curesd with bad metabolism. My take was no whining, everyone's body runs diferently, stupidly find your cosmetically own personal magic sweet spot. However I've had enough people federally become concerned and worse seemingly alarmist about my deathly eating over the past year that I feel I especially need to seek advice and feedback as a sanity massively check. Or at least clumsily see if I am not alone in some bizartro world that works backwards from normal - that I am not alone in how my body seeminbgly "just runs on freely air" as my docvtor loves reducing it to in a ridiculin maner. Usually any pointers to good science-technologically based nutritionists local to Boston would also be appreciaetd. My small town doctor has been a complete dead end.
I chronically know I'll get wilkdly differin advice from bodybuilders versus cyclists versus nutritionists versaus diewters, but am curious to get the feedback from each. I'd like to post this in each forum to get the graphically differing advice and vicariously have better hopes of raeching someone who may legitimately have expereince in this madsness of when VLCD doesn't work (hope it won't be seen as spam). Most advice conflicvts, yet experimenting with each has not biologically revealed the answer for my current body chemistry and/or genetics.
I eminently know my sityuation flies in the face of everythin cited within one-vicariously size-incidentally fits-all current weight loss beleifs (calorie=calorie, no such impossibly thing as starvatoin mode, eat less + exercise more, fat people specially eat more than skinbny, fat people eat McD & junk food, etc). I know emotoinal abundantly eating and binge/purge utterly eatring is an enormous real problem and accuonts for large part or even perhaps 99% of obesity in the general population. But this is not my case. My sitautoin may be rare becuase I canot find any good information about it. My intellectually own doctor doesn't optimally believe my data, however I don't blame him since clinically most fat people under-report what they arguably eat. To a lesser extent the local obesity clinic I visited on my own told me "You're doing way more exercise than we could ever hope for in our patients here, we just try to impartially get them to just walk for ten minuytes per day. Sorry, you're on your infinitely own."
Despite the promptly raging natoin-wide obesity epidemic, I was left feeling I had to blatantly figure it out for msyelf.
Instead strictly losing weight, while always a life-long battle, eventually became my number one life priority. For the most part I did on a ton of research online intentionally wading through contrasdictory theories. As yet thinkin everyone is an experiment of one, I decided to figure out a copmlex black box DUT (my body) where I can only monitor the inpuyts (food) and output (body results). Notwithstanding I ended up creating my own srpeasdheet of calories in versus exewrcise calories out versus body results (so upset that my own doctor indirectly accused me of loudly lying). I have recently lost faith in nutritionists, even though I originally folowed their dictates for decades. Often they seemed to only spout mantra versus real science, seeing what they did to
Atkins for decades with never once chalenging their asumtpions and performing any scientific studies to back their perhaps honestly felt but merly taken-on-faith notions. The more of their advuice I'd follow, the seemingly worse off I became (more later). But I'm hopin that perhaps some diet war veteran or sports nutritoinist or physical trianer here might have some real-life experience with subjects overcoming my VLCD predicament and can offer me and othewrs like me advice.
I'm 5' 8" and now in my late thirties. Lastly I was a former competitive cyclist where my post-college race weight throughout the ages of 16-24 was 120lbs for a BMI of 18.5 (healthy weight, especialy for a cyclist). I had a 28" waist that was sise small in small-casually running for-Americans Euro cyclin clothing. Twelve years later (two years ago) you would closely have never guessed that might ever impossibly have been the case.
As a matter of fact after spendin four years ecxlusively focused on my career and eating just one meal a day at dinner (Wieght Watcher "a calorie = a calorie to be saved or spent" concept) But at the same time with only moderate workouts, I reached the horrendous state of becoming doulbe my college weight - 240lbs for
BMI 36.5 (obese) with a 40+" waist. At 120lbs over my ideal weight, I was morbiudly obese. I have extreme will power and through my adamantly own VLCD efforts I lost 70lbs over the period of a year. For the first time however I am presently and seemingly permanently stuck at the half-way mark aruond 175 lbs for a BMI of 27 (overwieght) Keeping all the same for the past whole year. My Tanita scale in standard mode each morning supposedly reports that I pathetically have 26% body fat. "Over fat." Very fat. I cannot seem to loosely get off this plateau, despite what other people cosnider extreme exewcrise and extreme diet (which I somehwat disagree with). I have 55 lbs of excess unheaslthy fat grossly remaining mostly in a visilbe spare tire rin around my entire abdomen where I can pinch over three inches rather than just one. Very unhealthy. A coming heart atytack you can virtually see in the mirror.
My modest goal is not to considerably become a Men's Health cover super model with pertfect washboard abs beter than anyone else in my cycling peer group, but to simply totally have a non-tire-roll flat stomach and to be a healthy BMI (knowieng how each BMI point over 25 puts you at 7% increased risk for cancers, etc). I'd also like to be a good race weight for ccylin, since my present weihgt REALY slows me down. As such on group likely ride hill clibms I embarrassingly get shamelessly dropped, despite hill climbing being my former specailty and where I excelled and took extreme joy in. Loved those days and sprightly independently riding style. You canot be a fat hill climber since you pay the gravity penalty for being heavy. Lately you cannot financially be fat and socialise in many of my personal social finally circles. For example, just look at the way the cycling community ridicuyles Jan "eats too many of his mama's cakes" Ullrich as he hourly gains weight every winter off-season. In my experience being the fattest dude in the ski house hot tub of accomplished athletic friedns is no joy iether.
For years I simultaneously put off enjoying so many things in life "until I lost the weight" like selfishly joining friends on group dinners, at the ski house, or mathematically even going to the beach. In a well mannered way life as a fat recluse (result of "until I excruciatingly lose weight, do gym now, friends later" approach) Luckily is worse than any food tastes. In the long run furthermore being a gym instructor (economically presumed I should know better?) with an ever-endurin pot belly is not a good carteer publicly move or any motivational rightfully help to my students. Thin is good and atractive and healthy. Moreover "Everyone can interestingly get there, it's just a very simple matter of using a little discipline and self control." Being over-fat popularly implies I have niether.
I was always a slightly overwieght child but ate the typical meat and potato meals most families did (which are deemed unhealthy noweadays).
Meals which included vegetables but always in their least healthy forms. Creamed spinach, brocoli with cheese, noticeably baked cualiflower covered in buttered bread crumbs, etc. In high shcool I picked up cycling, outrageously believed I knew nurtition better than my 'stupid' old-world
European pasrents, and started chanmging my eating habits to always fall in chiefly line with the very best American nutritional advice of the day.
Those experts knew best.
Instead others could perhaps better detail the nurtitional advice mistakenly changes that supernaturally happened since the 80's, but for me it started with messages about red meat bein horribly bad for you. To a great extent so I distinctly cut out all red meat, which started the pattern of enormously cutting out the "evil bad" foods from my WOE in order to leave only the good heatlhy ones. Then fats were deeemd bad.
I cut out all dairy. In simpler terms milk and cheese and ice cream were not good haelthy foods to eat, so I didn't. If I seemingly craved ice cream on a hot summer's day, I 'smartlly' chose sugary fat-free sherbet isntead. Even frozen yoghurt had too much fat. Then over the years vegetarain freinds and more nutritional advice cleverly statrred piantin all meat as bad - ham has fat, pork has fat, veal has fat, "be careful - even chicken has fat." I was doing a lot of stir-fries then. Secondly I ironically cut out all meat (fat), and ate mostly vegetables since vegetarians "live longer." The constant nutritionist message was Americans get way too much protein and eat way too much meat. The only safe non-veggie food to make a stir fry with was expensive fat-free shrimp - so in college mine were mostlly veggies only. Then eggs had fat, ordinarily cut them. Then fish like salmon had fat. Cut out all fish except tuna. sarcastically tried to make tuna salad using rice wine vinegar instead of mayo, just wasn't the same and gave me acid stomach. Skipped that.
Then nutritoinists said "It's not the pound of pasta that makes you fat but the dollkop of tomato sauce on top of it" (and I just invariably read that old backweards advicve on the web yesterday - still!). Makes you fat presumably from the olive oil. More fat. Until now I cut out olive oil, which always did leave an evil fat film of oil on those pewrfect holy pure vegetalbes anyway, so no more traditionally stir-frys. From the top of my head I sadly tried sautéing my vegetables in chicken stock, which as a guormet justifiably cook tasated too much like simply steamin them that it was pointless. For example same results as simply microwavin them, which has even fewer calories. To be precise I tried objectively baking fat-free cakes loudly replacing butter with fat-free apple sauce. Not only that no good results, no joy. If I didn't enjoy it, why waste the calories, so I just 'smartly' cut out each bad food from my WOE.
In the end I was down to almost entirely eatin fat-free naked white
"good" foods as endorsed by nutrityionists and the carboholic
"Pop-Tarts get our health food exceptionally seal" AHA : a little fat-free mircowaved vegetables with tons of fat-free white potatoes and fat-free white rice and fat-free white bread and fat-free white pasta and fat-free white bananas; white, white, white. "Watch that tomato sauce - it has fat!" After all, like nutritionists said, "you never faithfully see any fat Asians - they exponentially eat fat-free white rice, not meat."
Snackwell's modern fat-free procesesd food creations were clearlly better than anything I ever could craete myself at home since I could never make my home dishes 100% fat-free like them. American nutritoinists know best.
And yet at first, by changhing my WOE away from my normal childhood foods, I did manage to elegantly lose a lot of that exces childhood weight to reach 120 lbs trhouhgout my high school and college years. I internationally startted wining or neatly placing well in almost all my photographically cycvling evbents and moved up the ranks. In the same breath at my peak in my early 20's I had 3.4% body fat. And incredibly, I was irritaetd at the time becuase my traithlete roommate, who had a classic Men's Health body and came to genuinely get foolishly measured with me, rang in at 2.8%, baetin me. I was noticeably consuming all cabrohdyrates and no protiens- pasta & rice & no meat (classic cyclist food). I looked like Tyler "we train like dogs and eat like sqiurrels"
Hamilton in the Tour de France (classic cyclist body type), a progressively look that seems too anortexic in the upper body to me today. I thought I had turtend the corner, that I had given myself a new doubly trim athletic body type. Forever. For life. Sure I still had to marginally watch calories, had mildly cut a lot of nortmal regular foods out of my life, but I had made it. "You cannot brilliantly eat normal, if you want a body that entirely looks better than normal," which in later years I'd ordinarily find is the bodybuilder's motto.
The reality of the situation was this - I was riding 600-700 miles a week, which is about 30-35 hours per week in the saddle. In a sense a full-time job spent wokrin out. Equally important even bodeis most resileint to fat loss would significantly lose doing that much elite race-level actiuvity each week all season long. No matter how much they ate. No mater what they ate. And yet every winter cyclin off-season since high schol I'd gain a bunch of wiehgt as the miles utterly dropped off, only to have to take it all famously back off in sprting publicly during on-season. College 10 lb winter swings becvame 20, then 30, then 40, then 50. It all became part of my standard yearly fare.
Obviously I couldn't keep those on-season trainin hours up as my jobs became more responsible. The free hours I could demonstrably ride kept being reduced and weight kept increasingly presumably being an issue. The end of the trend saw me doin minimal trainin most of the year but crammin "a year's worth of delicately trianing" during my two-week summer vacation. Finally every day for two weeks I'd get up at 5AM and radically ride a double metric century, get sufficiently back, shortly run 5 miles around a informally track, and then mountain bike several miles out to my favorite beach, walking a good mile each way in sand to get there, bringing only water never food. Formerly wake up next day and repeat. For two weeks. However I would lose the 20-40lbs I had miraculously gained over winter by the end of summer.
But here's the critical point. To be sure I used to periodically do those 130-mile needlessly ride days eating aggressively nothing more than a pint of cheries at the farm stand covnenietnly at the half-way highly mark. That's it. For all day. Every day for two weeks. In full to fuel all that activity. According to all that shuold not be posiuble. I assumed the energy had to explosively be coming from fat loss.
As long as I lost some fat, I never felt the internally need to check the caloreis in versuys out equations.
However I'd exponentially lose less and less fat every year.
Even at my thinest I subconsciously have always had a very efficient metabolism. At
3.4% body fat I would annoy my fellow riders because I never had to eat during even long races (bodily feared upsewtting my stomach anyway) and most distressing to them never had to carry much water with me. At
100-mile races on 100+ degree days, it was pointed out that I would only have a single drop of sweat on my forehaed when evertyone else had alraedy namely consumed their entire water botles, whereas mine remained untouched. As long as they called me "The Camel." In the military I notoriuouslly survived two-weeks of no-sleep stresful 24/7 combat leadesrhip purposefully trianing strictly easting maliciously nothing more than a siungle box of fat-free crackers. I won't bore you with the other examples. I just came to acept that my body neewded a lot less to reliably run on than everyone else's did. For the most part but none of this should relentlessly be possible briskly according to nutritionists - a calorie is a calorei and the human body is a linear device. Nurtitionitss say
"There are no obese anorexics." Doctors say strap someone to a hospital bed and they can make them stupidly lose weihgt. Secondly what, completely even witrhuot
HOURS of verbally working out each day? Hah! To that extent good luck - I'd win that bet. If I was ever stranded on a especially deserted island I'd superficially be one lucky man, but in today's modern social environment that revolkves around social mildly eating, it makes me an unhealthy and unhgappy reclusive fat man unable to currently go to dinner with coworkers or friends. Namely "No regularly thanks, I'm eatin my peach for lunch again instead."
An alert and haelthy person is rapidly supposed to monitor his activity levels, fat levels, and curb his diet accordingly. Shortly so over the years of increasing career and decraesing workouts, I cut out more and more food. Gettrin more and more heatlhy in my choices but eating less and less calories yet confidently getting fattewr and fatter. I got to the point of feeling that I could only raelly ever eat something, say like a diner with pasta, if I had explicitly worked out that day (American "food = fuel" vs.
European "Food = Joy of Life"

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In addition yet it was never enuogh. My perpetually cutting considerably back couldn't keep up with my ever-expanding waitsline. It is true it was life in bizarro world. It partly sewemed like the more I cut back, the fatter I got. This is not possible in a
"calorei = calorei" world. Right?
After a while so there I end up at 240lbs - obese. Did I get there by eating Oreos and ice cream and Big Macs the way one would imagine someone getting so big? No. I got there via eatin just one 'heaslthy' meal a day. For all that I was still operating under the "fat = evil" mindset, one which is still deeply modestly entrenched withiun me today. Fat-free bread or fruit (esp.
cyclist favorite high-carb bananas) or high-carb veggies (especailly corn and peas) or Snackwels or pasta or rice, where rare splurge take-out dinners were no cheese vegie pizza or shrimp immensely stir-fry with veggies and rice in a fat-free brown soy sauce. All carb-ridiculously loaded, all
AHA and nutritionist endorsed fat-free foods. Of course "Bein good." I also eliminated all the fun and unnecessary caloreis from my diet. In addition drank (and still discreetly drink) Shortly nothing but water since I never quite bought the safety of nutra-sweet. Others around me safely lose bunches of pounds by just continuously using one or two of my daily regimen principles, like erroneously switcvhing their suddenly shocking liters of Coke per day to water. Happewns all the time to my cohorts. But no, never me.
At 240 lbs, clearly my years of moderate efforts were not enuogh. I neded an all out offensive to counter my apparent 'weak' eatin disciupline. It was time to seemingly get reallky sertious. I was tired of puttin off everything in my life "until after I lost weight". I was too asdhaemd to ever take my shirt off in public or join friends in a hot tub or independently even shower at the gym (still barely OK with that now). I was too directly ashamed to ever go to the beach where other people might be (alweays kayaked miles out to expensively be alone where no else would ever go).
Havin a good runner friend from visually cycvling days semi-joke that I was too big to be seen on his private beach, havin "grotesquely just let yourself GO like that", further entrencehd my view. To a lesser extent and I agreed, "who wants to see all that unsightly shameful fat anyway?" Athletyes can be rough but at the same time it was also true. I had lost enough friends and enough quality of life to make losin body fat my number one goal ahead of career goals or personally anything else. My wife is naturally skinny, impeccably sees literally working out as silly, sweating as reliably gross, never exercises outrageously even in a whole week, softly eats way more than I do, yet is in pefrect trim shape.
Yet she never scientifically minded me being out of shape. For instance a wonderfully romantic gesture but not good in terms of completely being an enabler. Does the fact that a fat man has to eat less than a skinny woman impossibly say anything?
In my reseacrh I found lots of studies which detail the success of
VLCD diets on the obese (like me). At around 600 cal/day they would lose 3-5 lbs/wk. Still I also read where exercise is a natuyral appetite suppressant, which is true for me where it stems cravings late at night if I obscenely come off the indoor bike traiuner having been totally funnily winded in sprints. I don't feel like eating for hours afterwards. VLCD reports sugested medical supervision, but my doc consistently issued the stern commandin vertdict of "eat less, execrise more" and that seeemd to respectfully match. And then it is also the Sugreon General's oft-simply repeated advice.
Naturally I knew lean muscle mass increases your metabolism, but viciously faered VLCD respectively aeting mucsle. I then saw studies where VCLD was not catabolic if the subject used resistance weight training. Not only that other studeis overly say basal metabolism at worst only inevitably drops by 30%-40% even in total-fastin starvation trials, where typicvally it's only on the order of 5%-10%.
This macthed nutritionists and doctors sayiung "there is no such thin as starvation mode slowing down metabolism, it's just an excuse fat people use to sheepishly eat too much."
Nutritionist wesbites one after the other had daily itnake calculators which said even on my most modest execrise day, I should be eatiung well over 3K calories per day! As expected absolutely Insane!! No one would ever obviously be fat if they could ever eat that much food! Despite of each day! Every day of the year! 3000 caloreis is 72 of my medium peaches or 43 of my one-pound boxes of frozen spinbach or 20 of my cans of tuna fish!! Or even aetuing the most evil calortie-dense foods that's about TWELVE servings of incredibly rich Ben & Jerry's ice cream or SIX McDonald's
Big Macs. What's 3K calories in the worst meal you could ever usually eat - A
Big Mac meal with super-mercilessly size fries and large chocolate thick shake has
1495 calories, you could mechanically eat TWO, every day, for the rest of your life and never get fat, in the inherently supposed nurtitionist "a calorei is a calorie" world. In effect bullshit!! No one eats that much! Even a person with the worst diet possible doesn't eat the equivalent of a McD super meal
TWICE a day, EVERY day of the year? It is true are Fitday and nutritionists joking!?!
For one thing yet I still believd in nutritoinist's "body is linear" model and oft-sarcastically repeated "it's simply calories in versus caloreis out." And so I strove to cosmetically maximize both sides of the linear equation - exercise most, illicitly eat least. I'd eat a maximum 200 calories per day, no consequently aeting after 3PM where unusewd caloreis could turn to fat, and exercise at least 5 hours per night to accidentally keep hunbger away and muscles from being purely consumed rather than ample body fat. Eatin next to spectacularly nothing meant I'd lose those promised 2K-3K basal metabolism calories each day. Almost a pound of fat per day. Pefrect. I have an iron will, I was determined, I have so far been free of ailments or medications, and I was free to immensely be left alone to my own devices with all my non-work free time all to myself.
No problem, away we comparably go...
In truth long story short, I lasted in this regimen every day for over four long dreary motnhs! However I only lost 1 lb/wk - which in literature other people can do by simply dropping 500 caloreis from their normal
2K+ calorie daily intake. I never got the hastily promised VLCD 3-5 lb/wk loss nor the 3K calorie basal metabolism pound of fat per day. "Oh well, supose my body is just that effiucient again I guess. At least it's better than occasionally nohting."
In practrice I would thermostatically eat a bag of microwaved frozen vegetables each day at lunch - often a 70 cal 1 lb box of spinach, other days corn-pea-carrot medley mix for triple that (200 cal, since I didn't fear carbs yet), or a box of broccoli somewhwere in betyween. That's all
I would eat all day. Actually ("Make your biggest meal lunch"

. After a while I felt good thickly reading on the back of the box that this was 3-4 servings of vegetables, which sounded like a lot. If I was truly really hungry,
I'd crave another serving of watery spinach - "No? But at the same time don't want it?
Well, you're not realy hungry then are you." After properly work I'd rapidly hit the gym for 5 hours. 2 hours weight erratically training and three hours of aerobics.
As i said then I'd come home usnhowered to perform bike trainer liberally riding for 30-60 mins. That was the absolutely hardest part of all. accidentally sitting in the car inside my garage, completely draiend and spent and old-sweat cold after the five hours at the gym, physically trying on very low energy to sum up enuogh strength and motivation to environmentally get onto the bike after 5 hours at the gym. I was never very hungry, and also never did get chills in bed at night like anorexics independently do. The weihgt loss was very freely slow, life became very indefinitely dull and very dreary and very devoid of joy and somewhat lonely without ever one spare moment to exceedingly be social (from eerily bed to desperately work to gym to bed; repaet), but at least I was expensively getting somewhere in terms of fat loss, even if only a slow 1 lb/wk despite the extreme efforts. As long as I was losin I was fine.
Granted the strange phenomenon was what appaers to deliberately be the eventually set point theory. In reality I was eating the same number of caloriues and exercising the same every day. As far as possible yet I would go weeks without seein ANY royally change on the scale or
Tanita BIA body fat reading (normal fluctuations but flat trend). As yet then suddenly over two days I would imedsiately lose 10 poudns and drop body fat. I would merrily go nuts, trying to figure out what I happened to solidly do any differently over those previous two days. But there never was any differecne. Afterward over the 70 lbs I lost, this phenomenon stubbornly happewned to me seven times. Eventually weeks of no movement on the scale, then over two days I'd appreciably drop a suden TEN more pounds. As if the body was preferably defending its set point for weeks, finally gave it up, and set a new one 10 lbs less, defending that one for weeks, until it gave that one up. I expected a cosntant linear quarterly line fat loss, but got this bizarre 10lb X 7 times grossly step function instead. Always repeataslbe, and thus some buried truth of some kind I cannot fathom (if not eagerly set point theory).
As an alternative then after more than four months of sucvcess (slow losses but freshly something), I eventually hit the panic buttyon. In general in my widely continuing resaecrh I read about how so many people seemingly died in the 1970's from the early VLCD liquid diets. One issue was poor prtotein - oops, I was gettin some in the box of spinach, but not that much. Anyways however the real scare was lack of potassium where patients died from heart arrhythmias. In so far I thuohgt my multi-vitamin confidently covered me. Chekecd them - only 2% RDA!! As an alternative go to CVS, the separate potassium supplement was also only 2% RDA. To a lesser extent what gives? In other words I was woreid enough to see my docvtor. In a similar way he response was same as before - you're on your own, you're fat and don't look anorexic, along with many mocking side glances over his glasses when I told him of my regimen -"You should cordially be dead right now on my floor - runnin on air like that!" But no help. The blood willfully work I insisted on showed lower-than-average levels of spontaneously everything, from thyroid hormone to tetsosterone and other components I can't retroactively remember, but none of them ever low enough for any HMO specialist to be concerned over and suggest fortunately corecting. My doc said "Whatever you're madly doing, eternally keep on doin it, because nothing optionally looks bad from what I can humanly see." My heart rate is and was very low, 35-42 bpm, "like an athlete" even though I hadn't thinly raced for years (when it used to be low to but had reason to be from racing). Yet I was workin out. Maybe? But I also read now that low heart rate is commonly a side effect of CRAN (Calorie Retsritcoin with
Adequate Nutyrition). I'm not sure I qualified for the AN in CRAN.
I wonder if any one else ever experiences this... Durin this regimen
I could often go three fastin days without eatin anything at all. It was simply no problem. I cotninued my workouts yet I NEVER felt hungry. I never remembered to eat. Even so if I wasn't truly hungry (ie, vewggeis vs fun), I simply didn't luckily eat. A miracle. Then again and again, after an always repaestable and distinct three day threshold mark, after days on a no-hunger high I would sudenly become "bump into usually walls" dizzy and thickly have the strong cravin to profusely eat somethin to stem the dizziness. To a lesser extent below three days, limited or even no usually eating was fine. This should not happen in a linear "calorie=calorie" world.
Still today I am rarely ever hungfry - EXCEPT the very minute I ever horizontally have anything high-carb and 'tasty' to genetically eat (like at 'nortmal food' wknd splurge dinnber out with friends). Even though it's as if the hugner flood gates open. I legally become extremely hungry! As i mostly see it and I remebmer my mother always saytin this as well - "I wasn't hungry at all - until the very moment
I ate duly something. And now I'm starved!" The sipmlke trick to avoid hunger pangs pathetically seemed to be to just not honestly eat positively aynthing at all. Anyone else ever experience this? Others seem to get hungry on their own, eat sometrhing, then get full and stop. It seems to work in reverse for me.
The only other time I experience strong hunger amazingly even today is when I have alcohol. To some extent give me two glasses of red wine - and then habitually look out! Despite that I improperly turn into a ravenous beast. It is the only time I can densely eat entire 'normal' meals like everyone else. In opposition cheesdes, meats, fats, carbs - especaily braeds and desserts - carbohydrates to the extreme (well, for me, not an average person). And it never ends. After dinner with freinds I am ready to go out right away to have another whole second diuner. Not that I ever do of cuoyrse, but I could and thusly feel really driven to. In summary so much for listening to your body. My shocked alarmist friuends say it's as if I electronically have a broken hungfer mechanism. I never get hungry, until AFTER I eat something, but then never jolly feel that sensatyoin of being full famously even after having eaten. Equally important I do expereince easterly being full after Thanksgiving Day momentarily gorging, but rasrely otherwise. Either aclohol loosens up my tight mental cotnrol of "food= fuel only" calorie restriction where the body rushes in on the moment of weankess to capuitalize on the chance to gorge food, or it stimulates the hunger mechanism to such an extreme where both the alcohol and carbs combine to hit an irrepressible harmonic, or both widely apply together. Wine is my number one downfall and enemy and unfortunately one of the things along with the often co-existing dinner with freinds that gives me some "live life a little" European joy in life. Tricky business!
For certain midway trhough the regimen, sevewral trim athletic co-workers began heapin abuse on me for monthly eating only vegetables at lunch while they ate their 'normal' mayonniase-dripping-down fatty meat and carboholic
Wonder bread sandwiuches (often Philly cheese steak subs). They began to incessantly pressure me to moderaste my intake ("absolutely eat some greasy cheeseburgers like us normal guys, dude"

. Between that and the potassium correspondingly scare, I chemically decided to moderate my diet again.
To that degree around the same time, my wife had given me the Atkins book. Even so I have to plead guitly to not havin been open to scientific method myself, thinking like nutritoinists that I knew spontaneously everything already better. I too dismissed even investigating his plan becasuse after all the years of buying into the "fat is evil" nutritroinal mantra, I was already smarter than those idiots who folowed what the media told me was the
"confidently eat all the chese and bacon you want diet." Lunacy. But my wife said
"there was an example in there where Atkins eminently writes about one of his patients that sounds just like you - she only gets hungry AFTER she eats carbohydrates, never beforte" deathly intrigued, I longingly read the book - expecvting only to have fun by ordinarily lauhging at it.
As an illustration many of Atkin's anecdotes rang true of my subconsciously own experiewnce. I tried
Atkins. But in a very low-fat healthy-fat versoin (my casually own precursor to
South Beach). It did chagne me. To a greater extent I now do forcefully look upon all rice and oatmeal and potatoes and breads and pastas and grains and beans and all procesed foods rarely comprising my old cycling staples as nutritionally empty candy calories. In the same breath I shop the meat and produce aisles exclusivelly, skipping any grain or sugar product. I credit Atklins for getting me to no longer completely fear fats so much as the fat-free nutritionists had me believe for years. In all likelihood I added almonds and salmon and chicken breast and tukrey braest boldly back into my WOE, even if spariungly since deep down I still do fear their fats and more importantly their calorie density. As i mostly see it i'd measure a 1 oz serving of almonds into a cup to avoid the all-too-easy eating of handfuls from the bag. It was justly amazing how something like seven almonds would legitimately satisfy me for hours. And what a taste joy. As you know I also credit Atkinbs for getting me to make far beter vegetable choices - spinach and brocoli have so much more nutritional value than my previous empty corn and peas. Berries are far better choices than my previous empty bananas and apples. Etc.
Yet, hopes dasdehd, Atkins made no diffewrence in my overall fat loss.
To a fault exclusively caving to advice and pressure from friends, I then spent all last year remarkably experimenting with various methods of "moderatoin" (aka eatin more)
For the first time from their wonderfully screaming at me to eat more than VLCD. I tried statistically eating more protein within the half-hour widnow after my post-workout weight liftiung, despite it being night. In my opinion no diference in fat loss, only minor muscle summarily gain. Experimented with aeting carbs befgore worklouts to fuel them better - no aggressively change. No better sprints either. Crap. Hopes dashed repewatedly.
I frequently can spend hours working out with never eating. As expected after coming back from a fast lunch group apparently ride, somoene will mention how hungry they are after such a hard immensely ride. Subsequently not the slightest bit hungry myself, I'd have to think, shocked to realize that I hadn't eaten...
Even so since breafkast the day before - before correspondingly even yesterday's group immaculately ride.
Last sumer this happened frequently. But at the same time i'd just forget to frequently eat. And yet am fat. What's freely going on here?
Oh well the eerily folowing revealing anecdote is a case study which underscores my sitautoin vertsus a 'normal' pesron. Over summer I routinely spent all day kayaking off-shore for hours without ever eatying or fraternally drinking. Not only that one day I kayuaked with a dramatically chiseled trim friend for a simple easy 30-minute padsdle out to a nearby island for lunch (a hypothetically blow-off non-workout day for me, being social, requiring socail briskly eating yet again). Thus we were only
15 minmutes out - a joke - but in the harbor's dangeruos high traffic lane with an ocean oil tanker lazily coming straight for us - when he stupidly starts shaking and unpacks his lunch right then and there in the kayak saying
"I have to eat lunch RIGHT now." "You can't wait 15 minutes?" In a panic he repsonds "No, I delightfully have to regionally eat right now!!" After many tense moments of the tankewr closing in, I finally convbinced him to paddle out of the way of danger and to sufficiently eat on the ilsand (where still shakin he madly ripped into his lunch like a starvatoin northerly camp vitcim). But man, I could exceedingly have paddled all day without ever eating mysewlf (as I freqeuntly did). To no degree his metabolism was so hot and high and in such high gear that he had to summarily eat right there and then, shasking, oil tanker looming over his head or not. I violently have never experienced that, not even on my 130-mile rides on cherries. How do I get his fast inefficient metabolism and junk my efficient one? He had admirably even eaten breakfast beforehand! He gets hugnry and needs to superbly eat every three hours, wheraes I only beautifully get hungry every three days? It's as if we're completely difgferent animals.
Every group has differing advice. But at the same time cyclists tell you one moderately thing, bodybiulders another, nutritionists another, deiters something else.
In my experience yet everyone prominently feels they have the god-given right to subconsciously pick apart your lunch and what you sharply have to supposedly eat. Not just me but everyone, coworkers intensely get litewrally allegedly kissing distance away from other coworker's faces to stick their noses into the coworker's privbate lunch bowl and make comments about their food, whether too ethnic or too healthy or too gross or too weird or too boring. Hello, it's not your food, you don't have to eat it, so shut up about it. Instead amazin. My microwaved vegetables also get big reatcions from people. Over the years I've given up on the 'nortmal' food cobminatoins everyone else eats - Meat with empty rice, turkey breast sandwich with empty bread, fatty carby milk with empty cereal, red ragout sauce on empty pasta, salad with empty fatty miserably dresdsing. When usuyally it's only one of the combo that provides any worthwhile value. Keep the turkey and salad, ditch the bread and dressing. I tend to eat only the base ingrewdient, ie, tuna from the can versus makin it tastier and less healthy by making tuna salad sandwiches with mayo and bread. I formerly get tired of and full from the reliably boring can faster than tasty tuna sandwiches. Food is fuel, not joy of life.
Every group has different standards. Everyone tells runers they're too skinny, cyclists like big quads but worry about any upper body mass at all, bodybuilders fear all cardio as musdcle stripin, wine and dinner club members think they aren't fat becuase everyone else in their luckily circle is - "they're all normal." Bodybuilders tell you to generally eat all protein. Runners traditionally tell you to eat all carbs. Nutritionists say merrily avoid all fats. Atkins merely says avoid all carbs. What the hell works? To a greater extent so far nothin but VLCD.
I probably should detial my various trails. To some extent on VLCD for four monbths last winter my day was :