So, I’m sick. Third time in six months, which is unprecedented for me — must be something about this California sunshine that adversely affects me! The bright side? Weight loss.
You know how it is, anyone who has ever been overweight: the joy of being sick, losing your appetite and losing weight because of it. It’s wrong and perhaps a bit mentally unhealthy, but it’s just true. Weight loss is an upside to being sick.
I think it taps into our desire to have weight loss be something that is easy, seamless. The reality, of course, is that it isn’t. But your body takes away your choice in the matter when you’re sick: whether you like it or not, you have a diminished appetite. Today I subsisted on two bananas (one for breakfast, one for dinner), a 100 calorie pack of almonds, two pieces of wheat toast with Laughing Cow cheese and a Yakisoba noodle dish. Frankly, I didn’t even NEED that last bit, but it’s been in my cupboard for ages and I’ve not been able to bring myself to eat it (every so often I forget how vile sodium packed microwave noodles are) and figured today was as good a day as any to waste those calories.
Of course, it’s not foolproof. That last two times I was sick, I ate almost as normal, and didn’t lose any weight. It wasn’t a big deal, but I did experience slight disappointment. Messed up, right?
What about you guys — do you do the same sickness song & dance? What’s the most you’ve ever lost when you were sick? For me, it was 10 lbs when I was 15 and had the flu. But I put it all back on within two weeks because, you know, that much weight loss in that time period is INSANE and unhealthy.