I’ve always said if I had one wish, it would be to eat what I wanted and not gain weight. “Really!? Not a million dollars?,” is the response most people give me. Said people must not have grown up on diner cheeseburgers and eating Dobb’s white cake for every celebration. Had they even so much as tasted these things, and, I suppose, had my wonky metabolism/genes, they would wish for the same thing. I guarantee that.
I’ve spent the last 13 years of my life yo-yo dieting. I am now 25. I’ve successfully lost over 50 pounds a few times in my life. So, why am I starting over on a weight loss journey you may ask? Valid. I realized the common denominator to all of my failures (not losing and/or gaining everything back) was because they were “extreme” attempts. When I say I’ve done it all, that is not an exaggeration. I’ve said no to carbs, no to sugar in any form (even fruit), no to food in general (water fasting, the lemon-cayenne fast, juice fasting), the soup diet, the south beach diet, the “under 1,000 calories diet” a stupid asshole doctor thought was appropriate and last but certainly not least, Weight Watchers. I could write books, I could coach someone through every day of every diet, I could tell you how eating paleolithic will cure EVERYTHING EVERRRR and that eating that microwave meal is not natural. But, who am I to talk? I’m huge and I have a myriad of health problems. So I digress.
I hate the word journey, so for lack of a better word, take this journey with me. The one where you don’t eat like a gross person (it’s common sense, people) and keep a journal, to keep up with the amount of nutrients you stuff in your cakehole a day, and move more.
make you drool, and you wouldn’t mind losing a few pounds without swearing off all of your happy foods, then welcome to my world. Nice to meet you, I’m Morgan.
We will be spending a lot of time together in the future. We will delve deeper into things as time goes on.