What kind of bad experiences?
It just stalled your progress or something more specific?
I was saving all but 200 calories until my one, nighlty meal. Most of those 200 cals went into coffee creamer.
It was a living nightmare. I was a complete nervous wreck and felt on the verge of mental collapse. I became obsessed with calorie counting and so afraid of going over 2k that I often probably ate only 1500 or so.
I learned so much... So many miserable experiences in my life I now understand were simple attributable to hunger. But this was another level of mental illness.
I always noticed, but never mentioned, how gal and no one seemed moody and erratic. Now, I think I know exactly what was going on... Whether it was cigs, coke, or who knows what else (gal) or caffeine (me, no one), we got ripped to the bone at the cost of mental soundness.
You feel capable and happy as the fat falls off and the drugs drip in, masking the warning signs. Past a certain point things start going horribly wrong...