I mentioned that I came down with a cold on my trip home from California last month - yes, I was the person you all hate to be on the airplane with, sneezing my head off like a fool. I was pretty miserable, but at least I had the window seat with the middle seat empty, which was a small favor for humanity.
Anyway, for this being just a cold I was really sick - zero energy, and zero appetite. I always come back from my California trips on the tired side, being that we are on the go pretty much the entire time, but this was a different tired. I even cancelled most of my runs, which is rare, but I could tell that I needed to give my body a chance to get over this cold.
Along with feeling so worn out, I didn't want to eat. Let me repeat that: I didn't want to eat. I can count on one hand the number of times I haven't wanted to eat in my life - seriously, food is always there for me. Even when I have motion sickness, I look to food - crackers or Sprite - to make me feel better. So this was weird, but ever the dieter, I went with it...I figured it wouldn't last.
Enter week two of no appetite. Which, except for the whole feeling crummy and having no energy, was working for me. Kind of disordered, wouldn't you agree? But this is where my mind went. Credit for that thinking goes to practically a lifetime (well, since I was a teenager) of dieting, of thinking about my size, of feeling out-of-control with my eating for so long - so hey, this was dieting made easy! And let's face it, no one could look at me and be worried that I was withering away...it would take more than a couple of weeks of this to be apparent to anyone but me in terms of seeing weight loss.
By week three, I started to feel better in terms of the cold, and I also started to at least want a meal every day. That was helpful, especially considering that I'd actually bonked during a two mile run a week earlier - I literally ran out of energy and had to walk back to my house after 1.5 miles! Still, I wasn't eating a lot, and the dieter in me was actually happy to feel not very hungry, as well as feel really full after a small meal.
Even though I'm mostly in a much better place with how I approach food, I kind of hate how much I can appreciate losing my appetite like this. It's probably not normal, but long-term dieters like me all probably feel the same way, and just go with it. It's weird, it's temporary, it's easy...and like all "lose weight fast" diets, it won't last. But for now, I'll take it.