The kicker is seeing how easily and quickly I could burn through all of my calorie allowance, and then some.
Even looking at the worst ever weight gaining phase I had, namely, sixteen kilograms in four months on a tricyclic, that does compute to just 933 calories that I ate and drank above my needs daily.
In other words, a bag of nuts. A single one. Of macadamias, not even the whole one. Or a bar of chocolate plus a few cookies.
Just adding one of these regularly is enough to explain all of the gain.
So my shitlording father was right. Objectively, that is.
What he did not take into account was that there was a reason why I did overeat so much more while on the meds. And the sad fact that my guesstimating skills when it comes to food are as wrecked as my optical portion gauge. Meaning I have to weigh it and measure it, whatever "it" is.
If I continue to do so, I have a chance of getting back to normal weight somewhere around two years from now.
Were I to maintain a 350 calories a day deficit, I would be normal-weighted (BMI 25 ) in exactly 500 days from today, mathematically.
I will have to keep up a list of the deficits per day, and the running total.
The fairy tale of the wrecked metabolism and the inability to correctly keep up tallying my intake have cost me enough time in obesity.
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