This all started with my fretting about quitting smoking. This is generally unpleasant, and I had bad behavior caused by dread previous to quitting-sort of like eating everything in sight because tomorrow starts a diet. And, of course, my erratic emotional state leads to strange eating. I don’t binge anymore, but I will overeat and/or eat badly. Fortunately, except for a few days, I kept exercising, and I seem to account for the calories. If I don’t want to stay at work and eat my healthy food for lunch, instead going to Burmese buffet, I don’t eat much dinner, or just a salad. I guess it all balanced, because this morning when I finally got on the scale, I weighed the same as I did last week. No gain, no loss.
The reality is that smoking ciggies increases metabolism, maybe as much as 10%. This has caused me to unquit before. This time, it was the disappointment of losing my job, but I plan to requit next week.
The truly surprising thing is the effect of quitting coffee on my well being. I went from two mugs a day to 1 mug to a cup of tea, in 3 days. And my mood, followed by my will to live, crashed big-time. I thought it was the ciggs (I think most addictions will make you feel like this-it’s a trick to cause relapse). Anyway, Tuesday night, after I resumed smoking, I made half a cup of coffee so I could function at the gym, and life returned to normal.
So, to sum up, what I have learned:
1. Quitting smoking sucks. The anticipation of quitting can be even worse. Next time I quit spontaneously, not torturing myself for a week beforehand.
2. Quitting coffee smokes. I will taper more slowly, and have more tea.
3. I can eat on a crazy erratic schedule, eat crappy food, and as long as I don’t eat too much, I won’t gain weight.
4. When I do quit, I will have to eat less. Even all the gym I do won’t make up for the drop in metabolism.