I suppose I should have started the morning off with some sense of trepidation, perhaps a little hesitation or even the suggestion of a question mark hovering over my ability to actually follow through on my plans to get up and exercise at 5am, or whether I could really just eat what’s on my plan and nothing else. At least, that’s how the first day of every “diet” I’ve ever been on before has begun. Full of determination – but also doubt. I call them the Double Ds.
Determination is something I’ve never been short of. This is not a brag of any kind, but I guess I am a little proud of the fact that I can keep falling down and getting back up more times than I’ve had hot chips. I may get weary and teary, but I can keep coming back, keep trying. Admittedly, in some circumstances that’s not always a good thing. But the determination to get myself a healthier, happier body has been with me for twenty years and more, and is what has got me here, doing this right now. (more…)
“The definition of insanity,” Albert Einstein is claimed to have said, “is the repetition of the same acts over and over expecting a different result.” While I wouldn’t necessarily call myself insane, I would tend to agree with the basic principle that continuing down a path that has never led to success is simply a waste of time. So is being disappointed about the constant failure. I mean, if you’re going to do it wrong again, why are you surprised when if fails, right?
There are few things more disheartening than looking back at how long it’s been since you last posted on a blog you put so much work into. Of course, I never meant it to be so long, perhaps a few months, no more. But things happened, and for a long time, I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue the blog, and if I did, in what form it would continue.
The great news is that I have decided to continue – for reasons that will soon become obvious. (more…)
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The picture: the honey-coloured bun, the juicy beef and that weird-but-delicious golden cheese melting all over it, and sitting right next to it is the box of cracking-hot, fresh out of the pan and lightly salted fries. De-lic-ious!
I hate junk food. No, seriously, I do. I’ve never liked fried food, not ever. It usually makes me feel a bit sick afterwards, and now, in my … well, we’ll say adult years, I find I can suffer occasional bouts of indigestion after a particularly fatty meal. And I also notice that I end up feeling a bit down after I’ve eaten a pile of greasy mess, like when a favourite TV show has just been cancelled. (more…)
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Lunch: lamb (leftover from last night’s roast) and mint jelly on wholemeal bread, a bowl of salad consisting of nothing more complicated than salad leaves, tomato, cucumber and avocado, with a simple vinaigrette of olive oil and Balsamic vinegar. Verdict: delicious!
There’s something wonderful in doing things the right way – I don’t mean according to somebody’s rules or something. I mean, when you do things the way you want to do them. I wanted to eat food today that was only my diet. I really wanted that, and as I’m eating this food, I’m feeling good. I feel positive and in control of this thing. I know there’ll be moments when I won’t feel like this, but I do know that as long as I eat this way, I’ll feel like this. (more…)
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We all do it. In the hairdresser’s, watching the red carpet on TV, catching a glimpse of Fashion Week. We watch those girls who always look good, no matter what, who’s hair and makeup are always perfect, and whose bodies are thin. Stick thin usually, but any kind of thin will do. The point is, they’re thinner than us, and that’s what gets us sighing with envy.
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve seen another woman’s shape and wished mine was just like that, well, I’d have enough money to grow myself a new body and move into it!
The worst thing is, I know that envy is bad for me. It makes me feel like a failure. Then the next time I get ready to go out, all I see in the mirror is something large and unflattering, and I think that no matter what I wear or put on my face, I’ll still never look as good as those perfect women. (more…)
I’m a girl with curves. Yep, I admit it. I confess that there’s very little about my body that isn’t amply endowed in some way or other. And yes, my feelings about that are complex – and don’t worry, I’m not going to go into them here and now, without warning your first :-).
I am delighted to say however, that there are some people out there who not only don’t mind their curves, but they are ready, willing, able and already active in doing something about it that will help the rest of us.
In the last few years, there’s been quite a bit of movement in the area of body shape and how both society and the clothing/fashion industry addresses (or completely fails to) concepts of body image and self-esteem. Unfortunately, it’s still totally normal to insult (mostly) women who are overweight, as though being big isn’t already enough of a burden that you need to deal with people’s rudeness as well. Which is why finding this particular lady is so refreshing. Her name is Janine Mison and she’s a force to be reckoned with. (more…)
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I’ve always loved my vegies. I know, weird, huh? I was lucky to grow up with a mother who didn’t boil the crap out of them before forcing us to consume half-cold, grey tasteless mashy stuff on a daily basis. Instead, she cooked us honey carrots, zucchini with garlic and butter, cauliflower cheese, broccoli and green beans in white wine and garlic. The list goes on. The point is, the vegies tasted fantastic, so we ate them up. But I’ve recently discovered something unexpected while making meals on my diet and it’s changed my eating habits forever. (more…)
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I’ve been here before and I can tell you I hated it then, and I hate it now. It’s not so much a fail position as a No-Man’s-Land. I’m suspended on a high-wire, neither running smoothly nor crashed and burned – but I can see the crash site from here as I dangle, ungainly and unc0-ordinated.
The last three weeks have been hard work. Hard in that in my head, I’m going to do better each day but the reality is far from better and way closer to worse. I haven’t given up – haven’t even come close. I haven’t even considered giving up, which is the strong thread I’m holding onto at the moment.
I knew this would happen. I knew I’d get to the point where it would all start to fall apart, but I thought that I’d taken enough steps to prevent it this time. But now, as I look back over the last 7.5 weeks, I know full-well that I didn’t take many steps at all. I meant to, I wanted to, but I didn’t. I never got around to doing all the things I’d meant to do and now I’m suffering from it. (more…)
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One of the complaints I hear most from people who carry extra weight but who struggle to lose it is, “But I hardly eat anything. How come I never lose any weight?”.
These people skip breakfast – or just have coffee, will have a sandwich for lunch and steamed vegetables for dinner, or a bowl of breakfast cereal instead. They consume a tiny number of calories and yet still, no matter what they do, their bodies will shed no fat.
The answer is in the question. It’s also in our genes and there is nothing we can do to change it, because the cause is something that actually helps us to survive. (more…)