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Ok, I would never have thought I'd be saying this 10 years ago when my Crohn's meant I was skin and bones and looked like a walking corpse, but I can't lose weight and it's frankly infuriating. I'm not a big person, I'm just not where I want to be, at 5'5" and 144 pounds. Oh boo hoo, I know, what a great tragedy on a site where people are having real problems. But I bust my f@#king butt every day to take absurd care of what I eat, and exercise no matter how horrid I feel, and this just sucks, and I want to harness the hive mind of all you tough people to help me. Because I'm at the end of my rope.
I eat whatever I can tolerate along the healthy spectrum. Seriously. This isn't some "I don't know why I can't lose weight, I only eat 5000 calories of cookies once a week" bull. I use a ridiculously meticulous program on my phone that calculates my caloric intake and tells me stuff like "eat 5 grams of fiber for breakfast" or "include more protein tomorrow." I weigh my damn food on a digital scale to make sure I'm not overestimating portion size. I am a fish-etarian (I'm sure there's a better term) and I try to eat 30% of my calories in protein every day. I don't eat white sugar, or really any sugar that isn't, you know, a part of a piece of fruit. I eat, right now, about 1400 calories a day. Blah blah blah diet talk is boring. I eat like a boring person is the upshot here. I miss cheese is another way of putting it.
Meanwhile, I exercise 5 days a week. I run 3 days a week (4-9 miles of intervals because I have freaking asthma on top of all of this) and do 60 minute weight training circuits 2 days a week. On my off days I like to work in casual calisthenics because, you know, why not. A few times a month I meet with a boxing trainer for 90 minutes and we do padwork, footwork, and I hit the heavy bag. Some days I am about to gnaw off my own arm from hunger, especially when I've run a lot or done a great deal of weight training, or after boxing. When I snack, I eat boring crap like unsalted roasted almonds, and I stay within my 1400 calorie allotment. So please don't tell me "well sweetheart, it's just calories in, calories out" or I will literally reach through the internet and slap you and then steal whatever you're eating.
I have been doing this with a vengeance since I got out of grad school in March with a couple of breaks (when I missed 2-3 days at the gym in a row) when I was on the verge of hospitalization. The scale has not BUDGED. And don't tell me "well your clothes must fit better and blah blah," ********, they do not. The calorie tracking app on my phone has a place to enter measurements for tracking - waist, thighs, hips, biceps, neck, chest. The one thing that has changed since I started tracking my measurements in May is that my flipping biceps have gotten bigger. Oh, glorious. I'm as flabby as ever and now I have giant strongman arms. How feminine!
I spoke with my GI doc about my concerns and, if anyone in my shoes has been there you can predict this, she gave me some condescending **** about how she'd be worried if I did lose weight because it would mean I was REALLY sick because obviously shitting blood 4 times a day means I'm just fine (sorry, that was gross). Followed by "well it's just calories in vs. calories out." Let me tell you how dangerous it is to speak in a patronizing fashion to someone who has been boxing for 8 years, and apparently has GIANT ARMS now. The upshot is that I strongarmed (ha) her into checking my thyroid, and it's fine. So, I'm just a fat lard = moral of that story.
I'm sorry for the rant. What I am looking for is help or advice if you have any. Thank you and have a nice day.
I eat whatever I can tolerate along the healthy spectrum. Seriously. This isn't some "I don't know why I can't lose weight, I only eat 5000 calories of cookies once a week" bull. I use a ridiculously meticulous program on my phone that calculates my caloric intake and tells me stuff like "eat 5 grams of fiber for breakfast" or "include more protein tomorrow." I weigh my damn food on a digital scale to make sure I'm not overestimating portion size. I am a fish-etarian (I'm sure there's a better term) and I try to eat 30% of my calories in protein every day. I don't eat white sugar, or really any sugar that isn't, you know, a part of a piece of fruit. I eat, right now, about 1400 calories a day. Blah blah blah diet talk is boring. I eat like a boring person is the upshot here. I miss cheese is another way of putting it.
Meanwhile, I exercise 5 days a week. I run 3 days a week (4-9 miles of intervals because I have freaking asthma on top of all of this) and do 60 minute weight training circuits 2 days a week. On my off days I like to work in casual calisthenics because, you know, why not. A few times a month I meet with a boxing trainer for 90 minutes and we do padwork, footwork, and I hit the heavy bag. Some days I am about to gnaw off my own arm from hunger, especially when I've run a lot or done a great deal of weight training, or after boxing. When I snack, I eat boring crap like unsalted roasted almonds, and I stay within my 1400 calorie allotment. So please don't tell me "well sweetheart, it's just calories in, calories out" or I will literally reach through the internet and slap you and then steal whatever you're eating.
I have been doing this with a vengeance since I got out of grad school in March with a couple of breaks (when I missed 2-3 days at the gym in a row) when I was on the verge of hospitalization. The scale has not BUDGED. And don't tell me "well your clothes must fit better and blah blah," ********, they do not. The calorie tracking app on my phone has a place to enter measurements for tracking - waist, thighs, hips, biceps, neck, chest. The one thing that has changed since I started tracking my measurements in May is that my flipping biceps have gotten bigger. Oh, glorious. I'm as flabby as ever and now I have giant strongman arms. How feminine!
I spoke with my GI doc about my concerns and, if anyone in my shoes has been there you can predict this, she gave me some condescending **** about how she'd be worried if I did lose weight because it would mean I was REALLY sick because obviously shitting blood 4 times a day means I'm just fine (sorry, that was gross). Followed by "well it's just calories in vs. calories out." Let me tell you how dangerous it is to speak in a patronizing fashion to someone who has been boxing for 8 years, and apparently has GIANT ARMS now. The upshot is that I strongarmed (ha) her into checking my thyroid, and it's fine. So, I'm just a fat lard = moral of that story.
I'm sorry for the rant. What I am looking for is help or advice if you have any. Thank you and have a nice day.