So today was our wedding anniversary and we were meant to be going out for lunch before DH had to go to work. In a fit of romanticism I decided to put on my wedding and engagement rings (took them off when I got dermatitis last autumn and just never put them back on). Unfortunately failed to note that due to spending the first three months of this year lying on the sofa ill, and the last three months comfort eating my way through lockdown and the exhaustion of going back to work, they no longer fit. My hands were cold from washing, so the rings went on without too much difficulty (though I may have shoved them a bit, as they were tightish last time I wore them so wasn't expecting it to be super easy) then as hands returned to room temperature I realised I couldn't bend my finger, and then it started rapidly swelling and turning purple. Ice, soap, dental floss and lube all failed, so at the exact time we got married five years ago, DH was hacking my wedding ring off with a pair of pliers
. He thinks it's hilarious. I am mortified. Needless to say we missed lunch...
All of which brings me on to: I need to lose weight. Lots. I needed to before, but the last six months have turned me from 'could do with dropping a few dress sizes' into 'is that chair going to survive?'. I know all the diets, all the plans, all the science. But I have no willpower and am bloody exhausted.
Food prep is already generally difficult - (two shift workers, DH dairy-intolerant and deeply anti-vegetable, me coeliac, DS1 horrifically picky due to SPD AND now trying to be veggie, DS2: toddler) and so we rely far too much on bung-in-oven and take aways. I actually like cooking and am quite good, but have no headspace, and making a meal all of us can enjoy is frankly a bloody nightmare.
From previous dieting experience if I don't meal plan to death I fall off the wagon. As soon as I have to wing it, everything goes out the window. For various health reasons low carb works best for me, but I'm stuck in a cycle of using sugar to function at the moment and the thought of having to stop that, and meal plan within an inch on top, and then actually make food as opposed to heating stuff up/ making pasta again/ browsing Deliveroo is making me vaguely hysterical.
But - I am prediabetic, my hips and knees ache to buggery, I have fatty liver disease, and now I've had to have my wedding ring cut off... Clearly something must be done.
Any and all ideas welcome. I'd offer
in return, but I've eaten it.