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This was my last diet before I got on to Keto, and it was monotonous gnawing hunger, depression, and non-motivation the entire time.'
- Diet Name: The Supreme Portion Control Diet
- Who put me on it: Beloved Husband
- How it's supposed to work: Calories in versus calories out
- Length of time I kept to it: As best I can recall, the better part of a year
- How I fared on this fare:
I'm pretty sure I was running on bloody-minded determination and pure SPITE by the time I was done with this one. It was boring. It was predictable. It was monotony and self-torture and it did work, but I looked forward to any given excuse to jump off of that wagon.
My regime of food went thusly:
Breakfast - Two weetbix, one tub of fruit, and almond milk mixed into a slurry
Lunch - One flatbread wrap whose contents were: two thin slices of deli meat, and as many salad veggies as I could fit on there and still toast it. There was a week in which I stopped adding cheese to see if it made a difference to my waistline. It made a difference to my morale.
Dinner - some variant of chicken salad or chicken "glop" made with slow-cooked simmer sauce, chook bits, and mixed veg with rice.
For exercise, I would trudge around the blocks once a day and collapse into a chair for the rest of it.
Day after day after day after DAY.
- The Exception: a singular piece of chocolate and/or a singular sugary fizzy drink on the bad mood days
- The Failure Point: I got introduced to Keto and flew wholesale into that without so much as a backwards glance.
- End Result: "Never again! NEVER AGAIN!"
- Retrospect Analysis:
Calories in vs calories out is pure, unadulterated BS. The human body is the ultimate smarty-pants and, when I got extra calories, my body hung on to that for grim death. I was cold all the time, I never had the energy for anything, and I had way more emotional outburst and breakdowns than ever before.
I couldn't think that well, I couldn't remember a lot, and I was on more supplements than ever. I think at the peak, I was taking fifteen to twenty supplemental pills every morning. I did not get to enjoy very much at all.
This was the SAD diet mixed with bad math and the philosophy of torturing myself to reach my goals. The furthest you can get from Keto. It was bland, boring, and exhausting.
I am very, very glad that the love of my life turned me onto Keto.