I hate diets, totally and completely. I’m also not a fan of self loathing or obsession with weight or the size of one’s own hips/bum/tum. Especially when it’s me doing the self loathing.
However, having had a not so happy relationship with my thighs and belly for quite a while, something had to be done. I don’t want to go on and on about it, but I need to write it down so I’m accountable.
First of all, I decided on no sweets or chocolate for a month. That also happened to be on the 14th so I’ll get to have a treat on Valentine’s Day. I thought it’d be awful as I am always picking at sweets left about for the kids or worse, buying something at the terribly convenient shop 4 minutes from our house that is a 30 second detour from the school run. And also Cadbury’s keep bringing out new and delicious varieties of dairy milk mixed with awesome stuff. However I had a (rather unpleasant) epiphany a day or 2 ago. It went a little like this:
Chocolate is a treat, and therefore should be for occasional consumption.
Mind-blowing right? It was less that though, than the thought that for pretty much the rest of forever, chocolate will now probably have to be a once a week small bar kind of thing. That makes me sad, I miss my 17/18 year old metabolism that let me eat a large bar for breakfast in the sixth form common room with a little pint carton of milk. Let’s be honest, I’m lucky to not have type 2 diabetes by now. I actually haven’t been craving chocolate or sweets yet, even with sweets in the house. I’m hoping it’ll be easier than I thought, though there was an incident with a custard filled choux bun topped with chocolate sauce stuff where I was very very tempted.
Second of all, I’m back doing My Fitness Pal. I love it. It’s only calorie counting (with an app), so while there is an irritating amount of packet reading and food weighing, I can still eat fun things in very very small amounts. It’s really helping me re-learn correct portion sizes too, and let me tell you, they seem incredibly small. So far I have managed to stay under 1300 calories a day, though my goal is 1200. Any exercise done also earns you calories back to eat more, which is giving me that persistent poking in my conscience to get back to walking in the mornings while Sam is at nursery. So far I haven’t but I think it’s coming, ha.
So there it is, my rather babble-y written proof of commitment. I’m almost certain I won’t mention it again until Valentine’s day, and normal service will resume in the next post. Your boredom has been appreciated 😉