I have diabetes in my family history. My Dad has Type II, so did an aunt of mine, and my Great Aunt died of it. As a chubby (sort of) kid with that kind of family history, it’s not surprising that my blood sugar has been tested on a regular basis through most of my life. And it’s fine. Always has been. But blood sugar is only the second half of the equation. The first half is how the body reacts to insulin – and mine doesn’t.
Insulin does a lot of things but its biggest job is to control the carbohydrates I eat and transmit the processed glucose to the cells in my body, so I can use that energy. If the cells don’t open up to receive the glucose, my body produces more insulin to force the cells open and to deal with the glucose running loose in my body. This is insulin resistance (a very simple explanation, sorry), and the worst thing about it is a) it stops you losing weight and b) if untreated, leads directly to Type II Diabetes. (more…)
I don’t like my belly. I haven’t liked it since it got so big. I particularly dislike that when I sit back in a chair, the only position for my hands is to clasp them across the great girth of my tummy, reminding me of just how big it is. I don’t like how it feels when I move, or how I can always see it when I look down, and have to bend further before I can glimpse the gorgeous red polish of my latest pedicure. So no, I don’t like my stomach that much. And as it turns out, my stomach doesn’t like me all that much, either. (more…)
So you’re on a diet, and your resistance to temptation is firing on all thrusters. You’re out for a jog every day, doing weights every second day. You have 30kg to lose, but when you go to weigh in you find that, despite the fact that you burned 800 calories every day in sweat-filled exercise, and not swallowed a mouthful above your stated 1200 calories per day – you’ve lost almost nothing.
This is the point at which even grown, butch manly-men will cry. What did you do wrong? Why isn’t it working? Why does it work for other people but not you? (more…)
In the grand scheme of weight loss things, there are some tasks that have a difficulty factor of 9.5. Listed among those are:
- getting up at 5am on a winter’s morning so you can go outside and train
- be the only one in a pub full of friends NOT eating the pizza and drinking the beer
- saying no to the slice of birthday cake when all your colleagues are urging that just one small slice won’t hurt
- not smacking the person in the face who says to you, “losing weight is easy, just go on a diet”
(actually, that last is possibly just me).
There is one task however, that I feel scores an 11.5 on the Richter Scale – getting back on the wagon after you’ve slipped off and landed face down in the mud. (more…)
Yep, it happened. And not just for a day, but for half a week. I’m not going to beat around the bush – but I’m also not going to beat myself around the head. I know from experience that yelling at myself, calling myself all sorts of names, feeling like a loser or a failure only sends me down the same emotional path that leads to bad eating and more bad habits. There’s a reason those things became habits in the first place – because I did them so often. So I don’t do that any more. But what do I do now when the wheels fall off? Can somebody hand me a spanner to put them back on? No? (more…)
If I really wanted to, I could fill an entire blog post using only words that convey what’s most unlikeable about exercise. Some of those words would be: sweaty, uncomfortable, painful, exerting, time-consuming and depriving-me-of-quality-couch-potato-time.
But I’m not going to do that, despite what I just wrote – and yes, despite the fact that what I just wrote is also very true. Because, as usual in life, there’s two sides to truth – and there’s two sides to exercise. (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 worst things about having a weight problem is not just society’s inability to understand or appreciate the reality of the problem – but also the medical profession’s general ignorance about how to treat it.
Doctors, for all that they’re well-meaning, can unfortunately, tend to see a series of symptoms, a pathology, rather than a human being with a problem that needs help. I’ve had doctors tell me just to do more exercise, or stop eating fat, or to “just go on a diet”.
Health professionals look at the results of the problem – your increasing girth – rather than the underlying causes. As a result, they usually miss the real triggers, the real causes, and therefore, miss treating the actual things that will make a difference. (more…)
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It was on one of many drives to Adelaide to visit my sister that I promised myself I would never go on another diet again. I’d been struggling with trying to lose weight for about 3 months, starting out with determination on Monday, over it by Wednesday, and by Thursday it was all lost so that between Friday lunch time and Sunday morning, food was not so much to be eaten, but to be binged on, as would a starving man.
Such is the nature of the diet/binge cycle that caught me in its grip as a teenager. Me and about 1 billion other women on this planet not living in a third world country in genuine danger of starving to death. (more…)
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So, hard on the heels of my last post, I thought I’d set down a few details of exactly what I’m going to do to lose weight. Now don’t get all excited and start taking notes 🙂 – these are just the first few small steps. This plan will change and evolve as I go along, as I learn what works and what doesn’t. At the moment, that’s a key element – I want to avoid that whole ‘ repeating actions that don’t get me the results I want’ thing, by making changes as I go.
The basic plan for the first week is pretty simple. I am going to use the CSIRO Total Wellbeing Diet. I know I’ve spent plenty of words trashing all things diet, but there are a few that aren’t all evil. This is one of them. It’s a high-ish protein, controlled carbohydrate diet that has been scientifically proven to help people lose weight when they carry most of their weight around the middle. Which is me. (more…)