I've followed my calorie intake all week, and I've exercised regularly. I'm absolutely depressed and I hate life because of it.
I keep hearing people say this is supposed to be a lifestyle change, but I hate the lifestyle I'm supposed to be changing to. I hate the life this is going to mean I have to live until the day I die.
Let's start with diet. I'm short, so I can't eat much of anything even for maintenance. I can't eat the foods I enjoy because they either have too many calories, too little protein, contain high fructose corn syrup, contain too much sugar, etc.
Even on my diet, I'm failing. I eat too much sugar. I eat things with corn syrup. I don't get enough protein, which means my body is atrophying as I speak. I don't know how the hell I can get enough protein. Last time I weighed myself, I was 145. That means I'd need to eat 145 grams of protein since I read here that a good guideline is 1 gram per pound of body weight. That seems IMPOSSIBLE. A 200-calorie piece of salmon at lunch is only 20 grams. The chicken was about the same. I'd need to eat nothing but meat the entire day and I just can't do that. I don't have the means to get it, and I'd hate doing it.
I'm not sure I'm eating enough calories. I'm 5'2 with a small frame. I'm aiming for 1200-1500. It usually comes out around 1300 unless my estimates are off. I don't know if I'm counting correctly. If I'm eating too many I won't lose weight. If I'm eating too few my metabolism will slow down and I'll have to eat even less. Every day, I learn another way that I'm screwing up. I read posts here and I find out more things I'm doing wrong. I hate doing things wrong and I'm scared to death of the consequences.
Now let's go to exercise. I hate exercise. I hate *moving*. I hate sweating and I hate cramping and I hate being out of breath and tired. I'd be perfectly happy to lie in bed for the rest of my life. I hate going to the gym with people who look so much better than I do. I hate not knowing what I'm doing. I hate not being able to run or lift weights. I feel incompetent.
I've been given two choices. Choice one is to look horrible and be unhealthy. Choice two is to lead a joyless life where I voluntarily punish my body at the gym and deprive myself of decent food. I don't think it's fair. The worst part is knowing I have decades of this to go.
I'm not hungry. That isn't the problem. I just hate what my life is going to have to be.
I keep hearing people say this is supposed to be a lifestyle change, but I hate the lifestyle I'm supposed to be changing to. I hate the life this is going to mean I have to live until the day I die.
Let's start with diet. I'm short, so I can't eat much of anything even for maintenance. I can't eat the foods I enjoy because they either have too many calories, too little protein, contain high fructose corn syrup, contain too much sugar, etc.
Even on my diet, I'm failing. I eat too much sugar. I eat things with corn syrup. I don't get enough protein, which means my body is atrophying as I speak. I don't know how the hell I can get enough protein. Last time I weighed myself, I was 145. That means I'd need to eat 145 grams of protein since I read here that a good guideline is 1 gram per pound of body weight. That seems IMPOSSIBLE. A 200-calorie piece of salmon at lunch is only 20 grams. The chicken was about the same. I'd need to eat nothing but meat the entire day and I just can't do that. I don't have the means to get it, and I'd hate doing it.
I'm not sure I'm eating enough calories. I'm 5'2 with a small frame. I'm aiming for 1200-1500. It usually comes out around 1300 unless my estimates are off. I don't know if I'm counting correctly. If I'm eating too many I won't lose weight. If I'm eating too few my metabolism will slow down and I'll have to eat even less. Every day, I learn another way that I'm screwing up. I read posts here and I find out more things I'm doing wrong. I hate doing things wrong and I'm scared to death of the consequences.
Now let's go to exercise. I hate exercise. I hate *moving*. I hate sweating and I hate cramping and I hate being out of breath and tired. I'd be perfectly happy to lie in bed for the rest of my life. I hate going to the gym with people who look so much better than I do. I hate not knowing what I'm doing. I hate not being able to run or lift weights. I feel incompetent.
I've been given two choices. Choice one is to look horrible and be unhealthy. Choice two is to lead a joyless life where I voluntarily punish my body at the gym and deprive myself of decent food. I don't think it's fair. The worst part is knowing I have decades of this to go.
I'm not hungry. That isn't the problem. I just hate what my life is going to have to be.
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