Lets begin by saying, this is not a ‘New year, new me’ resolution, this is finally addressing an ongoing problem that I have been sweeping under the carpet for no less than 18 months… I know some people may read this and weigh more than me, or want to scream “eat less, move more” but before you comment, let me tell you, I have tried, perhaps not hard enough I know, but I have.
There have been a many occasions over the past year where I have looked in the mirror and cried, both with clothes on and clothes off and it has knocked my confidence massively. I have avoided nights out with friends because I am so embarrassed about the way I look, but never really expressed to anyone how low I am, because I didn’t really want to admit to myself that I look so bad.
It’s so easy to put off doing something about the way you look / feel / weigh when your friends say “You look great anyway,” or “You don’t need to lose weight,” but that’s because they are friends and don’t want to say “Yes, I suppose you do need to get rid of that stone and a half that’s making you look like the cookie monster,” for fear of hurting your feelings.
That said, its noone’s fault but mine, I have been in a happy and stable relationship for nine months now but with that comes romantic nights in with cheese and crackers, all washed down by a bottle or two of red, and whilst my boyfriend still looks superb, that camembert is hanging onto all the wrong places for me.
This time last year I weighed around 11 stone, still half a stone heavier than where I wanted to be, but I wasn’t too worried, as working in motorsport see’s me walking miles at racetracks around the UK for around 17 weekends of the year, and I was aiming to improve my eating and drink less with the team.
However, whilst the walking continued, the eating went out of the window, it’s all too easy to grab some crisps or a Freddo (or three) when you’re busy and peckish, and there isn’t always a wide selection of fruit on offer. That, coupled with meeting Mark and a lot of dinner dates and wine, meant that over the past year, my weight has gradually crept up to an embarrassing 12st 2lbs.
The turning point was January, not because of a New Year’s Resolution, but because I gave up alcohol for a month to raise money for Cancer Research, and I did it, not one drop for the whole month. So, I know if I really put my mind to something, I truly can do it. Which is what made me think, right, I can lose weight, so how am I going to do it.
Yes, yes, “eat less, move more” I know, and that’s what I am essentially doing, but paying for portion control to be done for me. Having tried Diet Chef once before (only on a week’s trial) whilst working as a journalist for a women’s website, I knew it worked and the food was good. Whilst it’s a whopping £200 per month to do, its not the cheapest option on the market, but it includes everything you need for a month aside from fresh fruit and veg, and £50 a week amounts to the same as my monthly Asda shop anyway.
So, today is the beginning, I am just polishing off a bowl of granola and a green tea to kick start the progress, and I think breakfasts will be the only thing I have trouble with, as I really dislike milk, and its either granola or muesli, so does anyone know if I could mix it with yoghurt instead? And if so, which is best.
I have also downloaded the MyFitnessPal app but I don’t have a clue how to add people to it (it keeps telling me my face book account is linked with another MyFitnessPal, so if you want to follow me, my username is RuthHarrison_ but that’s about all I know.
So, here we are then, day one… fingers crossed.