Weight : 219 pounds
Lost in 2 weeks: 2 pounds
Total Lost: 34 pounds
Why are you so bloated? Why? I am not on my period. I am not going to reach my period. And I did not eat a lot of crazy food during the holidays. So … why do I have to feel like a Zeppelin about to explode?
Best regards Amber
Last week I wrote this letter to my body almost every day. Because, boy, oh boy, I live in the bloated city . Let me state that all bloating is stupid. Did you hear that, body? You are stupid!
Why do I have to fear the waist every month just because I have a normal period? Apparently, menstrual bloating comes from the change in your hormones. Progesterone drops, so that the body loses the uterine lining, but this drop also causes you to hold on to extra water and salt. So, inflating does not even help eliminate the food or make your period faster – it's just a side effect. Thanks, Hormone, that we feel extremely and unnecessarily uncomfortable every month.
But that's just flatulence. Unfortunately, my body has decided that if I miss a single day of proper vegetable intake, my gut will effectively become balloons for the Macy's Day Parade. Last week, I had uninterrupted (though slight) pain, felt rude, and had a palpitation every time I thought about getting on the scales. OK, all the dizziness that comes with flatulence may seem like a bit and I admit I'm a bit melodramatic.
But bloating is not just about being "fat." At any rate, for me, a domino effect begins that works far more than my hard-wearing waistband.
First of all, feeling of fullness is unpleasant, it does not go away and I feel weak . I have no idea why the flatulence makes me weak, but it does. Although I covered nearly three miles almost every day for months, I could hardly stand these easy steps. At the end of a three-mile walk, I became dizzy and finally sat down when my vision went black. And exactly this route I had undertaken only three days ago!
Add discomfort, total failure on simple physical tasks, and a stomach that feels like carrying about 300 pounds of water, and I get an exciting bonus: hate what I look like! It has been a while since I had thought of hateful things to my body, but when I feel so rude I can barely look at them. Luckily, I know that this kind of negativity is not helpful, so I did not let those pissy thoughts last long. But I felt it for the first time in a few months. And I blame the bloating.
I can not say I'm to blame for my late-December bubble week. I ate more sugar during the month than I had in some time, and drank more alcohol than usual.
I'm proud of myself, but I did not care and all my drinks, biscuits and chocolates were planned.
I've done a great job of keeping portions small and not eating a full pound of sea candy in one day (and believe me, part of me wanted to eat that pound of chocolate as soon as I opened the box). But I have not kept the best diet either. I had much less vegetables, drank a little less water and probably had more champagne than needed. Because of this dietary change, I appreciate that my body has freaked out and decided to keep every ounce of water for a sweet life.
I have to admit I'm upset that my reward for a very temperate vacation is a week of flatulence. At least now I know that sugar has a massive effect on me and that I really have to keep my sweets to a minimum.
At the end of Bloat Week I knew I had to weigh myself or my weight The beginning of this chapter would just be "?" It does not seem to be fair to document my weight loss and then not admit what happened after the biggest weight gain month of the year. So … I stepped on the scales … and lost a pound!
A Christmas miracle, indeed. Although I felt like an elephant eating a hippo, I managed to remove another pound. When I looked at my little slimming app (which records all of my cradles), I saw that I had actually lost 4.2 pounds in December! Sorry, to brag, but hurray for me! I had absolutely expected not to lose weight during the holidays and maybe gain a bit of weight, but it looks like my combination of intermittent fasting and mindful eating work for me. 19659011] Maybe this means that I should not go deep and start hating my body when something does not feel right.
Maybe I have to remember that I'm in shape and have lost weight and feeling good in my body will bring ups and downs and I have to be patient. So, body, here's a better letter for you.
I'm sorry I called you dumb. I still do not agree with your flatulent policy, but I see you work hard despite the weight of the water. I know, I'm too critical of you and call you all sorts of horrible things. But I try to love you and I know that you are trying to do the right things. I'll try to be less angry with you … and maybe you can pause me in my next period?
Thank you, Amber
Amber Petty is an LA-based writer and a regular writer at Greatist. Follow her as she describes her weight loss journey in her new bimonthly Slim Chance column. Take her singing lessons on Sing a Different Tune and follow her on Instagram @ambernpetty.