A few years back I went through my very own depression arc. Full cliche - suicidal thoughts, poor hygiene, stupid hairdo and of course, I got fat. Not technically obese but make no mistake, I was getting there. Rapidly. Then one day I decided, OK, this is it, I'm done being a disgusting fatso.
I lost over 20 kilograms in less than 3 months. It was trivial. I went for a 2 hour walk every day but mostly, I changed my diet. First I cut out the sugar - no more soda, sweetened tea, cakes, cookies, candy and so on, then the garbage carbohydrates - bread, potatoes, pasta, rice. I still don't eat that crap. Did not have a problem with weight ever since.
OK, that's not exactly true. I had to resort to counting calories once purely because of my stupidity. Basically, I drastically upped my workouts ( I was doing cardio only back then ) in a short period of time without really adjusting the diet. I didn't really think about it much and most importantly, I felt fine. Then one day I stand on the scales and holy shit, I'm 59 kilograms?! Underweight for a person my height. I was pretty shocked, I mean, I'm eating like an animal here and I'm underweight? I did the maths and of course, turned out I actually needed to eat around 1000 calories more every day.
By the way, have you seen this whole [HASHTAG]#Youdidnoteatthat[/HASHTAG] idiocy? Jealous, sedentary people projecting their lifestyles on those who work out. Utterly pathetic.
