Part 1 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0iu4K7qNvM&feature=related

Part 2 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=re5Wrbl89YA&feature=related

This is just a suggestion, I really took to it because it’s more about how and what you are supposed to eat instead of what you cant eat. Focusing on a can’t is negative and bound to never work. This may not be for everyone but I have lopped off 70lbs so far. Physically and mentally I couldn’t feel better. Again I offer my support we are connect on Twitter and I would be more than willing to talk to you about my experience and offer support in your endeavor. Best of luck

Mark

Nutrition wasn’t a big priority when I was growing up. I did a lot of food hiding, too, and binge eating. A trial of Weight Watchers did bring my weight down for a couple years but I didn’t have the desire or mind-set to keep at it. I didn’t grow up expecting to get a boyfriend or be married either, but I don’t know if that’s built into weight issues, or just the kind of person I happen to be. Maybe a mix.

Anywho, I get where you’re coming from. Every day I think, “I should lose weight” and every day I pick the convenience over the sensible eating, or eat more of what I made so I won’t have to deal with leftovers.

From a society perspective, I wonder what really started this problem, if it can be pointed to a specific point in time (creation of processed foods?) or if it’s just the result of so many things meant to make our lives easier and our asses fatter.
.-= 1minion’s last blog ..I don’t get biology enough to understand Synthia =-.

I’m not saying ignore all the insightful why stuff (why I eat, why I feel this way), but to focus on behaviors that are easier for you to control.
.-= Andrew Hall’s last blog ..Where Is Mohammed? – Part 2 =-.

I live in Vancouver, which is apparently the fittest city in North America. Being even slightly overweight is unfuckingheard of. I had a thin dad, and an overweight mom who yo-yo dieted, starved, and bailed when I was 6. When she’d show up, she’d berate me for gaining weight, would bribe me to lose weight; I was NINE. My dad was absent, so I “cooked” for my brother and myself. I was NINE. I had no idea what I was doing.

By age 13 or 14, I was 180 pounds, but I was also 5’10″. I knew then that I was fat, that it was my eating and lack of exercise. But I had no friends, no family, and a whole lot of self loathing. Food was the only thing that made me happy, which resulted in me being even more miserable.

So I ended up 250 pounds by the time I graduated high school. When I was looking for a grad dress, I sat in the change room at a plus size store and cried my fucking eves out when I realised I was no longer a size 16, but closer to a 20. At 17 years old.

And then I stopped eating.

When I was 21, I lost 80 pounds in 4 months. When I was 22, I met my first boyfriend. I was still chubby, (size 11 or so) but he loved me. Even though he was thin. Even though, I thought, he could do so much better than my fat ass. And like you, I’d do *anything* to keep him. I thought if I lost him, I’d be alone forever. I was 22, and this was my FIRST boyfriend.

Which wasn’t true, of course. I have dated a lot of guys. I dated a model for chrissakes. Chubby Lauren with a 6’6″ *model*. But I STILL felt that he’d never love me if I was chubby. I *had* to lose weight to keep him. And after a year and a half, he dumped me. And it’s much easier to blame my weight than it is to think he just didn’t love *who I am as a person*.

After the breakup, I stopped eating. I lost 40 pounds in a month and a half. I destroyed my gallbladder and had to have it removed.

I weigh 150 pounds at 5’10″ now; “normal”, apparently. And it is STILL a daily; hell, hourly, struggle. I still think I need to lose weight, be thinner and more toned to be loved, to be accepted, to have people treat me with respect. And some of that is true.

People treated me like garbage when I was heavy. I can’t even begin to tell you how massive the change in people’s attitudes were when I lost weight. All of a sudden I was visible and popular and “attractive” and deserving of respect. Not so when I was heavy, apparently.

And every morning I get on my scale with my eyes closed. And every morning I let out a huge sigh and open them. And if it has deviated even *slightly* from the day before, I think “ok, no food today”. It’s a sick thought process, but it’s my reality. And it probably always will be.

In the past when I was losing weight, I’d sabotage myself constantly. I’d get thisclose to my “goal”, and give up. I honestly think I am scared to be thin because I’m already scared and confused by the attention I get now with this extra 20 on me. I like my security blanket, and I like being able to blame my weight on why I get rejected by people, rather than some flaw in my personality.

I figure if I’m rejected because I’m chubby, that’s THEIR problem. If I’m thin and I get rejected, it’s because something is wrong with ME.

I’m sorry, I just wrote you a novel. Your post just hit so hard with everything I’ve gone through in my 29 years.

My dad is a physician so we ate healthily at home. We are Asians so we normally had rice for meals, and my mom would prepare 2 vegetable dishes and 1 meat dish. She would portion the food so everybody got just enough and there was no chance to overeat (“Everyone gets two pieces of chicken each!”). Also, we weren’t allowed to eat junk food or snacks between meals. Ice-cream was considered a treat.

Ever since I left home to go to uni, and then graduated and started working, I have been eating out all the time. Like you, I find cooking too much bother. If I were cooking for someone else I might do it, but since it’s just me I don’t feel like I want to make the effort (plus I hate washing dishes :p). In Malaysia it’s cheap to eat out, you can get all kinds of food any time of the day or night.

My dad told me that when eating out, I shouldn’t feel guilty about leaving food on the plate. He said that when you’re at home, of course you only give yourself the portion that you want to eat, but when you’re outside, they give you the standard. Ever since, I’ve been trying to eat smaller portions. It’s just a tiny lifestyle change but I think of it as one step forward.

You might also consider getting healthy but tasty things to munch on if you feel the need to eat at non-mealtimes. Rather than stopping yourself from eating anything at all (which might be very difficult) maybe get some fruit or nuts or something you like. *looks guiltily at my stash of chocolate*
.-= Quaintly’s last blog ..In exile =-.

http://www.webmd.com/sleep-disorders/guide/lose-weight-while-sleeping

http://www.intuitiveeating.com/

I also recommend reading “Rethinking Thin” by Gina Kolata and “Losing It” by Laura Fraser.

Hope that helps a little.
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A different school of thought, which goes as far back as Brillat-Savarin and has recently been resurrected in the popular imagination by Atkins and in the scientific literature by Taubes, suggests that one can be as addicted to carbohydrates as to alcohol and to cocaine. Beating yourself up over an addiction may, in some moral frames of reference, be justified, but if the goal is to solve the problem, perpetuating the cycle of unhappiness doesn’t really help.

For more:
http://paleonu.com/
http://www.amazon.com/Good-Calories-Bad-Controversial-Science/dp/1400033462/