Hi,
So I may have gone a little overboard with the title…
I haven’t been kidnapped. My fridge is still working — or it was, last time I checked.
What’s happening is this is probably the second time in my life that I’m trying to cut down on my calories.
I’ve always been careful and tried to eat in moderation while still trying to get bigger, but now I have to take it a step further.
Sadly, that feels like I can barely eat anything anymore. I’m always hungry. I’m always thinking about my appetite and food. What’s my next meal gonna be? How many calories does it have? Will it be enough to keep me satiated for more than half an hour?
Ugh, I don’t think so.
What is more, while this is only a minor adjustment — my stomach would heavily disagree — I’m absolutely terrified of losing muscle or being on the skinny side again. I’m hoping the changes I’ve made to my diet and my training, such as moving to a better gym and getting a personal trainer, are going to improve the way I feel about myself. I want to look even better. I want to become stronger. I want to step over the plateau that I’ve recently run into.
In the meantime, I asked my dad if he could get me some green apples, olives and pickles, so I can have those at night when I’m hungry because they have fewer calories.
I’m going to turn into a white rabbit.
Or a deer that only eats leaves and trees.
Soon, this is going to be me trying to eat my brothers and my sisters:
Wish me luck.
And send me some protein bars, please 😭
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