It’s official. I am a boot camp failure and medical marvel. Week five of high intesity exercise and dieting and I weigh the exact same as when I started.
My BMI/body fat is down a whopping tenth of one percent. I wish someone could explain to me how this is possible after five weeks of grueling workouts 5x a week, and eating a really strict low carb, low glycemic, nothing processed, wheat, dairy, gluten, soy and bean free diet of 12-1400 calories a day.
Please don’t tell me it is “muscle” gain, or that I need to eliminate the few and far btwn high fiber carbs I have left.
It’s entirely possible that I will lose my mind down this rabbit hole world of “eat more”, “eat less”, and eat this, not that messaging.
It’s no source of comfort, that food. I don’t want to eat at all. Food makes me sick, fat and sometimes brings near death experiences. I have no problem following a regimin. It’s the figuring out that makes me mad.
So no, for the record, I don’t “look better” and I don’t feel particularly better either. In fact I might feel worse. There is nothing worse than doing everything right, and getting zero results. Like banging your head against the wall. And yet I keep trying…
I appreciate the stress relief of the exercise but five weeks is a long time to work this hard and see no results!
At this point I just want to know where my home planet is. So I can go live there with the other unfairly fat people, away from the judgement of the normal people for whom diets and exercise and eating in a healthy way, actually work.
SAME EXACT THING happened to me. I weight lifted with a trainer, I did cardio five times a week, I went to barre. I watched what I ate and even did a “rotation” diet out of desperation for two weeks (1,200 cals a day).
I LOST NOTHING.
So I got so pissed I just started eating frosting and dumped the cardio.
I WEIGH THE SAME.
I’m convinced it’s hormones in my case because I’ve had assorted hormonal imbalance issues for several years now. I began to take four fish oil caps a day and one Vitex a day to balance myself. I’ll let you know how it goes.
But meanwhile, it’s so frustrating to work so hard and not see results. I’m sorry.
You are gorgeous and I think the culture of diet, exercise, weight loss is BS. I really believe each of us is different. Some are naturally heavier, some are naturally slimmer. Food and exercise should both be a pleasure, not a punishment. I know there are stories of people who lose lots of weight on these regimens, but having grown up with a mother who was beautiful but a compulsive dieter (and still is) I called bullshit on this whole mad thing years ago. It is a HUGE waste of time, money and emotional energy.
You don’t need this misery and neither does anyone else. I know you eat so healthfully and so carefully, I beg you to give yourself a BREAK. I repeat, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AS YOU ARE.
Thanks for sharing. It’s nice to know I’m not alone. It’s exhausting listening to everyone’s well meant and often ill informed advice. Something is clearly wrong with me. That’s the bad news. The worse news is that I’ll probably never learn exactly what it is. But the GOOD news is that I am technically healthy. Even if I look fat… My blood pressure was 96/67 this am. My cholesterol is ok too. Suck it curve haters!
I feel you. I worked three times a week with a trainer, practically passing out every work out. Nothing. I’m not completely convinced that boot camps are the way to go. I read somewhere (ill have to find it for you) that stressful workouts cause our hormones to wig out. The author recommended yoga and rigorous walks at scenic places like the beach. I like those options better.
Still… that doesn’t take away the disappointment you feel after working so darn hard. uggg… sorry friend.
Xo Jennie. At least you knew me when I was skinny. Too bad I didn’t know it then.
I like long walks on the beach! And I don’t hate exercise. Just the disappointment of not meeting goals!
I have ridden my exercycle every day since the first of the year. EVERY DAY. Have I lost anything? NO. I haven’t gained, though. My knee, which at the end of the year was so bad I needed a cane, is now up to the stairs. My blood sugar’s better. My cholesterol is better. So I’m going to call it a win, and keep going. I can do an hour some days. In 3 increments, but still.
I’m going to call your work a win, too, especially if you don’t give up. Don’t give up. There’s so much more to it than weight loss.