I wish I was one of those people. My fella and I caught the same virus recently. We're both trying to shift some excess weight and he lost his appetite resulting in a loss. I binged out like crazy, as well as being too sick to exercise, and now I'm dreading the scales. Usually he's the one who struggles with binging and I'm the one who fasts and calorie counts without much issue. It's like we swap when sick or something.
I'm currently trying to strategise xmas. Will be spending time with family who value food so highly it's intimidating. They are ill in a "might be their last xmas" kind of a way. Physical activity is almost going to be minimal and food will be central to the almost 2 weeks we will spend there. I don't want to offend or worry the family so I'm freaking out a bit. Current plan is to see how little food/booze I can get away with during the day, opt for zero/low carb where food is unavoidable and try to treat the evening as an OMAD.
A year ago I was the low end of healthy BMI-wise. I had a traumatic year which included a very drastic change in my living situation and I managed to comfort eat my way into being overweight. Before being ill I was only a few pounds away from a healthy bmi again but I'm nervous to check now, even though the accountability will keep me on track.
I know how I lost it the first time (IF, low carb, calorie counting, daily exercise) I'm just mad that I have to lose it again.
At least I'm not as far as I was last time I began losing weight. Life is in a better place than most of 2024 was and up until I got sick I was doing pretty well with getting back on the wagon.
Best thing is exercise and weightloss has fixed some pain I'd had for months following a knee injury. That sort of thing motivates the shit out of me. I love feeling capable of shit I couldn't do before the weightloss. It was really pronounced when I did the big drop a few years ago.
