True story re: Joe’s tiny portions:
I signed up to the body coach programme back in 2016 just as it was on the rise (my colleagues are still appalled about the twelve week period when I would have to have lean mince and a fried egg for breakfast). [as an aside: it’s not great, there’s better out there]
Anyway. One of my “carb reload” meals allowed me to have spaghetti. A. Whole. 7. Grams. Of. Spaghetti. 7g. There’s nothing quite as heartbreaking as weighing 7g of delicious pasta. As I was draining it and salivating at the thought of eating it, some of it slipped through the sieve and straight down the sink, leaving me with about 3G of pasta. My husband walked in on my using a fork to try and pull it back up from the sink “because I really REALLY want these carbs”.
I quit the week after.