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Why I can consume 3000 calories in a day and not really feel it
Published on 31/01/08
by Maureen
I can eat just about anything and stay between 118 and 124 pounds. But I really want to be 115. But Runner’s World says you’re not supposed to try to lose weight while increasing mileage. Now that I’m running an even 30 miles a week, I find myself eating less. I never used to leave food on my plate at restaurants but the last two days I’ve brought half of my lunch home to eat for dinner. I used to eat dessert after every meal, I’m down to like three desserts a week. And beer consumption has become pretty much a Thursday-Friday-Saturday activity where it used to be more or less a constant. What the fuck happened?
Here are my possible explanations:
1. Catholic guilt: I feel bad about everything. You could bring up a time I dropped an F-bomb in public three years ago and I’d probably feel upset that I offended you. So my raging Dunkin’ Donuts habit, even just for coffee, makes me feel like shit. The fact that I feel nervous if there isn’t either chocolate or cookies in my apartment makes me feel awful. Maybe I’m finally feeling bad about the thick thighs and jello arms that result from these habits.
2. I grew a brain: In my sophomore year college nutrition class, we were taught to keep our fullness level between three and seven out of ten at all times. I don’t think I understood what seven was, or I was eating until I felt seven, but then twenty minute later when my stomach actually realized I had eaten it felt more like 11. Before I drag my ass into the conference room for half an unneccessary doughnut, I ask myself if I’m really hungry or just bored or unable to resist free food. I actually haven’t had a doughtnut in a while….
3. I’m doing a better time occupying my evening time now that there’s a writer’s strike and nothing on TV: I’m going to the gym after work, instead of before, partially out of laziness partially out of there’s nothing the fuck on TV ness. When you get home from the gym at 7:15 and don’t eat dinner until 8 ish, you don’t really feel like hitting up the Caribou at 9. And I can’t bring myself to go after 10.
4. Lack of stress eating: one thing leads to another. I don’t have a lot of money. Which means I don’t have a ton of food. So when I get stressed, there’s no munchie type foods. So I have to find other ways of dealing. Like writing. Or burning incense.
5. Spending more time passed out on the couch: I think this is self-explanatory. Running-> tired -> asleep on couch at 6 p.m. every Sunday.
6. Drunkorexia: Straight up- I get full of beer before I get hungry many a-Thursday and Friday night. My disgusting refusal to vomit prevents me from drinking too much, meaning dinner most Friday nights is three beers, which usually works out ok because I’m not empty of calories from running because I generally take Fridays off if I’m going drinking.
Whatever the reason for my eating less, it’s working out ok for me. I actually feel LITTLE. Some people can’t tell the difference, but it’s there. My weight hasn’t changed that much but that’s because I’m lifting and spinning and that’s keeping me rock solid; besides as the Irish peasant type that’s just generally how I roll out.
If you’re having trouble with the eating you should try some of 1-5. I don’t recommend drunkorexia. It cant lead to extreme bitchiness.
The run is over. Now what?
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