Confession time: During the first three weeks of lockdown, I ate all the things. I was snacking all fucking day. I had a bunch of junk food I'd bought while finishing up preps in February, and throughout March I ate most of it.
The wake-up call came at the end of March, when I had to take a cat to the vet, which meant putting on real pants--and, to my horror, even my biggest fat pants were difficult to get into, and really uncomfortable to wear for even the short time I did.
So I had to admit I was fucked, and it was all my doing. I felt like shit, my skin was breaking out, and I was having issues with edema in my lower legs from eating too much salt and too many shitty carbs, and just eating too fucking much, period.
For somebody who posts to threads in the Deathcow subforum all the time, this was pretty fucking embarrassing (and physically uncomfortable--seriously, I wasn't even obese, but felt like hot garbage, and I have no idea how the fatties I shitpost about can stand living as they do).
So I got my act together at the beginning of April. No more snacking. No eating at all until I'm actually hungry--fuck what the clock says; if I'm not experiencing genuine hunger, I don't eat. But when I'm hungry, I get to eat whatever I want (as long as it's not total shit), and eat until I'm satisfied. Not stuffed--satisfied.
And it's worked. I'm back in my regular pants. My skin's cleared up again. I still have a little of the edema because I'm standing a lot while working on craft projects, but it's very minor compared to what it was, and my legs don't feel like they're going to burst. And, in general, I feel much, much better mentally as well as physically.
So how are you all doing, fam? Has anybody else fattened up in lockdown? Have you got a grip on it yet, or are you still struggling with it?
