
Being sad makes you fat, and being fat makes you sad. How unfair! I wish I could be one of those people who expresses frustration through throwing oneself into work (or workouts, as it were). Unfortunately, I’m not. Being sad makes me sedentary.
On the plus side, I have stopped “sadness binging.” This is a good thing. For about a few days after entering Phase 3 of the HcG protocol, I binged and gained. I realised that my grandma wouldn’t want me eating myself into oblivion, but I knew the HcG diet worried her too. So I started eating clean – and I feel so much better! I’ve been staying within the 1000-1200 calorie range, and have dropped back down to my HcG end weight. So, that’s good. The issue now is getting out and moving.
Sulking won’t banish the jiggles, and neither will diet. I need to push myself physically. And I think that will help my emotional state too. After all, sloth breeds discontent.
PS Yes, I am aware that the real saying is “familiarity breeds discontent.” I just like saying “breeds discontent.”




