I have finally done it. I have reached the Magical Weight Loss Without Trying Zone.

You know: the one that we’re all promised when we give up drinking.  ‘Without that extra calorie load’, chirp the glossies ‘you’ll find the pounds drop off without you noticing!’.  Back then, I worked out that I was drinking at least 3,500 calories a week, which equates to a pound of weight.  Or it does if you accept that the human body is a perfect calorie-burning machine without any variables that can be attributed to genetics, but let’s move on.  This calculation didn’t, of course, take into account my ability to eat an entire family-sized pack of salt and vinegar crisps, or a bag of pistachios, while going through a bottle of wine to myself.  Add that in, and I’d probably be looking at two pounds a week, at least!

My assumption was that the process would go like this:

  1. Stop drinking
  2. Lose weight despite eating what I wanted
  3. Generally glow

In reality, and you all know how this goes, it went more like this:

  1. Stop drinking
  2. Eat a startling amount of Haribo while sitting on the couch reading sober blogs
  3. Sleep a lot
  4. Realise that somehow I had put on three pounds in a month and didn’t fit into anything I owned.
  5. Swear.
  6. Hide the scales, because in some inexplicable fault it seemed like their fault.
  7. Go for a couple of half-hearted jogs
  8. Winter came
  9. Stopped jogging
  10. Wallowed

Real life is always so much more complicated, isn’t it?

Anyway, then I went through a period of basically not eating.  Having not eaten sensibly for years, I suddenly found that I was able to be hungry for long periods of time.   I was aiming to eat as little as possible, reasoning that if 1500 calories were good, then 800 calories must be great!  I kept that up for six weeks or so, and I lost 1-2 pounds every week during that period.


Unsurprisingly, then I stopped.  It turns out that I really like eating.  I am munching a chocolate-coated almond cake as I type.  And I got busier, and calorie counting is tedious and takes time, and life is too short.

So for the past couple of months, I’ve been eating whatever the hell I want and not thinking about it.  And not exercising, because it’s been deep winter; now that spring is starting to poke its shoots out of the ground, I am starting to get out into the weather again.  But the point is that I have generally been living like a complete slob.  Eating salted peanuts, or roasted chickpeas, or dark chocolate.  Drinking full fat coffee and eating hearty meals.  When I decide to eat, I go all out.

A few days ago, I stood – trembling – on the scales again.  I have stayed the same weight for three months.  The same weight!

So to be crystal clear: I gave up drinking, put on four pounds, and then lost nine.  I’m five pounds under where I was when I stopped drinking, despite the fact that I have never eaten this much junk food in my life ever.

chocolate cake

I do not plan to continue down this road, even if it is a delicious one.  LH has put on all five of my pounds, so clearly something needs to be done.  But isn’t it interesting?  I swear I didn’t eat any more in those first weeks than I do now, and yet I put on a bunch of weight.  I am starting to realise the extent to which my body was in slowdown mode while it detoxed, and how much it is speeding up now that it is returning to its natural state.

Really, it’s not as surprising as it sounds.  My body has been slowed down and sluggish for decades.  I may not do any organised exercise, but with good quality sleep and no hangover, I walk faster, with a bounce to my step.  I have more energy at home, so I run up the stairs instead of plodding.  In a million tiny ways, I am exercising more than I have in a long time, and I guess those things are adding up.

Thinner, richer, healthier and happier.  It does come true.


7 thoughts on “I have finally done it. I have reached the Magical Weight Loss Without Trying Zone.

  1. Lol
    I think the stress release is part of it. While drinking I ate nothing, drank excessively and exercised intensely every single day. Just to maintain my weight.
    Now I eat cheesecake and do yoga daily and never weigh myself. I think I’m exactly the same, maybe down a bit as I am way less puffy.
    I look better. Leaner. Lighter.
    Seems like a good exchange to me.

  2. So, so funny. But seriously I tried to stop drinking a few years ago and just couldn’t work out why the weight didn’t drop off me! I think it seriously dehydrated me and this was reversed when I stopped hence weight gain. More recently I took the health kick route first for a medical issue- which had something to do with alcohol – but I tried to ignore that aspect- and I did lose weight. Less food, the right food and more exercise worked. However alcohol ( at least my level of consumption) started to have an even greater bad effect now I was 26lbs lighter.The good news is I am 2 weeks AF and with the support of everyone here and my hubby this is how I plan to stay

  3. Well this is sure good news! Me I just recently decided I was NOT going to weigh myself for while because it inevitably puts me in a nasty mood and in a cycle of comfort bingeing.

    Slowly but surely…things will get better.

    Like you, I consumed 3500 calories in wine per week plus whatever calories consumed in junk food eaten during the drinking and the sure to come hangover. We’ve been freed of that. It can only get better!

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