13 Weeks: Week 3 -- The Consequences of Turkey Stuffing
So, Thanksgiving is over, and I've got to add to that "thank God" because the whole thing has turned into what a therapist friend of mind called an "AFOG" -- "Another, (Freaking) Opportunity for Growth." (No, he doesn't actually say "freaking".) On Thanksgiving, I had 60g of carbs, and then Friday I had 80g at our traditional day-after-Thanksgiving leftovers feast. A little bit of mashed potatoes and stuffing, a sliver of cheesecake for dessert Thursday, and a half-piece of apple pie on Friday were the main culprits. So, I had, actually, quite small amounts of two things I'd nearly completely avoided: refined sugars, and wheat.
On Saturday morning I'd gained nearly six pounds. I also felt like hell -- my GERD was back, I was achy and headachy. Back to the eating plan.
Naturally, my first dark thoughts were ones of panic. But here's the advantage of keeping a careful food diary: looking at the diary, in which I'm pretty diligent, I still had a net calorie deficit for the week of about 2700 kcal. An actual enduring weight gain of 6 pounds would require an excess of 21,000 kcals (using the conventional 3,500 kcal/lb). Didn't happen. (I wrote, middle of the week, about some deductions from my first weeks of data. Basically, my actual weight loss is hard to account for by the "calorie is a calorie" thermodynamic model -- either I'm losing weight 3 tiems faster than the observed calorie deficit can account for, or my metabolism has stepped up by 40 percent or more.)
Back in my teens, when I was trying the Stillman Diet and didn't know much chemistry, physiology, or frankly much of anything else except that I was still hurting from being teased and insulted at Baptist Church Camp, I took a one-day vacation from the Stillman diet for my birthday, had biscuits at breakfast and potatoes at dinner, and gained seven pounds overnight. And I was hysterical: was I going to have to eat nothing but boiled chicken and boiled eggs for the rest of my life? Luckily, schooll starts shortly after my birthday; I went back to glory and acclaim -- I'd lost about 50 lbs -- and the girls were suddenly paying attention to me. The seven pounds didn't make as much difference then.