30/05/2026
Nine years ago I posted that.
Miserable.
Eating plain chicken and broccoli.
Watching everyone else enjoy their lives while I suffered through another “clean eating” week.
That was my approach to weight loss for years.
All or nothing. Suffer until you snap. Binge. Repeat.
I thought the more miserable the diet, the better the results.
I was wrong.
Eating “clean” didn’t teach me anything about food.
It just made me obsessive, resentful and one burger away from throwing the whole thing out.
The 60kg I eventually lost didn’t come from restriction and misery.
It came from understanding how food actually works. Knowing my numbers. Building a structure that survived real life.
No Tupperware.
No suffering.
No pretending I didn’t want to eat what everyone else was eating.
Just a system that worked with my life instead of against it.
If your current approach requires you to be miserable to work, it’s not a plan.
It’s a punishment.