This year marks 30 years of me trying to lose weight.
I reckoned it was time to recognise that I losing weight is not my skill. In 30 years of devotedly "Starting Again But This Time I Mean It"s - I have gained 5 stones.
So, I'm having blood pressure problems, am bloody knackered and fed up of being sweaty (never mind in this heat!), my back hurts, my knees creak and I make that grunting sound when I get up from a chair. Ugh.
I spoke to the GP, who agreed to refer me to the NHS Fat Clinic - the waiting list was 4 months. I was going to lose the weight so I would be discharged fast. My appointment is in 1 month...I've put on half a stone as a swan song to the glory that is a tunnocks teacake.
I am REALLY good at sticking to diet/activity/whatever for about 3 weeks.
I am better at bingeing, denying and hoping that the Thin And Healthy Fairy will appear overnight.
My health is suffering, I have three kids. I don't want to be super thin, but, I'd really like to have a normal BP, more energy and to be able to run a 5k.
I'd also quite like to be able to see my pubes without having to lift my belly out the way.
All I need to do is move more, eat less carbs and not "reward" myself with wine and crisps at the weekend for "being so good all week". It takes 3500kcal deficit to lose a pound. There's 1000kcal in a bottle of wine and more in a tub of pringles. This seems unfair, as I quite like munching my way through that on a Saturday night whilst watching crap tv after everyone else has gone to bed.
So, here's my goals:
- learn what a portion is (am ahead here, I know a bottle is not a portion of wine)
- learn to notice and taste what I am eating (so, no more inhaling food in front of the tv)
- learn to notice when I am hungry ("stop when you are full"??? No idea what that might feel like. I've never eaten till I've puked, not sure that's what they mean)
- 10 000 steps a day (it takes so looooooong, and I am so busy)
- sleep better (so, stop sitting up all night bingeing, irritatingly, calories still count after witnesses have gone to bed)
- don't get cross about slip ups and use that as an excuse to give up
- not die of Fat Fuckerness before I am 50
Anyone fancy a mutual support/rant/celebration of small non-scale-victories thread?