[sorry if it's badly translated]
Yesterday I wanted to do a little experiment, because despite all my efforts, I've been stuck at the same weight for a while.
Despite the fear, I decided to do a "cheat meal" day to make my body believe that we are no longer in a situation of starvation and that it could continue to lose weight.
I didn't count calories, because it was a day I didn't give a damn, but without stuffing myself.
So my day :
A smashed banana, 3 weetabix on top, some soluble coffee on top and hot water.
I was very thin (I think having a sleepless night made me very hungry) and I had a great pleasure eating this even though I had trouble not seeing the calories in my bowl but food.
I'm afraid so i don't want to eat anymore... we went to flea market with my boyfriend and he wanted to eat because they make sandwiches and chips there... i didn't want to go near this place.
But i reasond with myself and orded : a portion of chips with plenty of ketchup, a little mustard, a little glass of rosé. Coffee with sugar! I closed my eyes while eating so much it was delicious but I felt a lot of guilt... That kind of little voice used to tell me "you're just a pig", "you're not sick if you manage to eat that", things like that... but I thought "it's a CHEAT MEAL day", "tomorrow it will be différent, but today I'm free".
And a little can of coca later because I was thirsty.
We played to truth of dare and to make it more interesting i drank half a bottle of white wine and half a bottle of red wine.
It was really great, we talked all night.
Tofu with soy sauce and spices, spinach. A tea.
I wasn't hungry but it was just for my pleasure.
This morning :
Afraid to find out the new number on the scale, but it worked.
And that day made me happy and even today.
Maybe I will have days like this again, but it was scary...