In a nutshell, this week, my account dwindled down, my face developed new eruptions and I think I need to have a sit down with January because this was not the plan. My account was supposed to go up and my face was supposed to keep responding positively to the pampering it is getting from me. Six more days until the end of the month, January, get your act together.
Whew… I feel a bit better already. Well, in the words of Atticus Finch, “we can’t all have our druthers”. This quote reminds me of a time when I thought we really could have all our druthers, I could eat my cake and have it.
I was sixteen, I had gotten older but apparently not wiser. I was still eating unhealthily, went to the gym only when I felt it in my spirit to (turns out, even my spirit isn’t inclined to the gym), and yet, I wanted to lose weight. I was a ripe candidate for the
scam crash diet called “lose tens of pounds in 1 week”. And Boy, did I almost lose something that week, not the weight though, something much more important.
The first day, we were supposed to eat only a cup of basmati rice and tomatoes seasoned with salt and nothing more. It was horrible. For someone who ate lots of sweetened drinks and high caloric carbohydrate, that cup of rice was not a full day’s meal, it felt like an appetizer.
To our credit though, (my friend and I, we were doing it together), we survived the first day. And then, day two came along.
The plan was to eat eight bananas, with or without two glasses of milk. This was back in the year 2012, so I can’t remember exactly if the milk was included in the meal plan, let’s just say regardless, my stomach feasted on milk that day. I mean, 8 bananas only?! It sounded alright in my head before the diet started, 3 bananas in the morning, 3 in the afternoon and then a final 2 at night. Perfect right? That was until the diet truly began and I realized 8 bananas could really be devoured in one sitting, you just have to be hungry enough. (I am not saying that I did eat it all at once though, honestly).
Day 3; The memory of that day is still a blur to me. My body had been deprived of essential nutrients and my brain was deprived of the glucose it needed to get the energy to function properly. And me, well, I wanted to lose weight by hook or crook, clearly it was more of crook though.
That day, all I remember is praying salat, and when I went down to prostrate, the next thing I knew, I had the phenomenon of what people call “seeing stars”.
No, I was not delusional. I just felt you could say, dizzy and light headed, like you are going to faint but you haven’t fainted yet. I was going to lose my head because of a few extra pounds I was too lazy to go to the gym and work off. It was not worth it.
The worst part, after the few days of the crash dieting, if I did lose any weight, I gained it all back as if it never left.
Let’s just say, I learned my lesson for the next few years at least. Until I was mature enough to understand the repercussions of crash diets on my body, I didn’t try it again, until I turned eighteen; but thats a post for another day.
If you are thinking of doing a lose 10 kg in 1 week diet, Don’t! Trust me, slow and steady wins the race. And If you feel it in your gut that the diet plan/advert seems too good to be true, it probably isn’t true.
Have you ever tried any drastic measures to lose or gain weight. How did it go? Please share in the comments section below.
Here’s to a weekend filled with love, laughter and coffee