It's took a while for me to realise to get fitter and stronger, actually, I need to eat more-and namely not worry about exactly what I'm eating too much either (as well as manage stress better e.g. get enough sleep, which I'm getting a
lot better at prioritising.) I'm actually quite glad to do this soemtimes, and the benefits are starting to show. Whether gaining through mainly slow bulk and re-starting training is
complete recovery, I'm not yet certain. But I'm really starting to understand why my dietician said BMI 20 should be the
minimum benchmark for anyone striving to lead an active lifestyle.
One huge physical bug-bear though (there's enough thoughts and feelings getting in the way). I'm still convinced I've become glucose intolerant/going diabetic from my overeating and binging, and knowing everything I eat doesn't help. This has treached the point yesterday was entirely 'clean' until we'd gone out for dinner for Mum's birthday, and one glass of Peroni destroyed me. I managed to eat it all (three courses) but everything was blurry and I became confused/dizzy. I really don't remember much of the conversation
Could be the heat or I'm knocked out by a single beer these days, or exam stress (but I wasn't feeling particualrly stressed by exams when there
). It could be something
really trivial. Yet I've decided it was a sign I was going diabetic from ODing on carbs etc. etc.. This was added by the fact I'd been sedentary all of yesterday (bar an intense drum sesh) and had a fairly large meal for lunch anyway...although was clearly
hungry by the time the meal came round! (which, surely, would indicate increasing insulin sensitivity)
How can this be explained? This has never happened until recently, and
one day should not do that. At 19 I shouldn't be getting any symptoms of pre-diabetes and the like
I don't want to have to low-carb
everything on the basis of omething which could just be stress and overanalysis.
Nor do I see why friends and family can eat lots of snacks and treats fairly absent-mindedly, or drink, and it doesn't hit them. Partly because they're blessed by either not knowing, not caring, or knowing and caring without worrying, which I can't do.
It's plain...unfair! Pathetic to say considering what I've put my parents through, but that's how I feel. And I realise I blamed myself for being who I am by binges, or restriction.
If I'm honest, it's one of my biggest risk factors for relapse. It's my own biggest moment of my body working against me and saying 'things were better when you were ill'. Surely not eating means balancing blood sugars, right? (and then end up going hypoglycaemic again yayyy, logic fail).
This further exacerbates the already huge problem of
can I stop having to pay attention to everything I think and everything my body does and just get on with my life and being myself already? K thx. Sorry for the rant. Guess I'm really annoyed by getting slapped in the face by our own bodies when doing our best to be good to ourselves too.