It’s a new year, and inevitably, it is diet time. I basically haven’t stopped eating for the whole of December. I have eaten Chinese, kebabs, Indian, chocolate, cakes, biscuits, mince pies, fish and chips, Christmas dinner, pizza, sausages, the cub’s leftovers, and all kinds of other random nonsense. I have sinned, and it is time to do penance.
In a few months, it will be summer, season of exposed flesh. I can’t face a jiggly tummy complex and wobbly bingo wing nightmares. Enough is enough, this starts today.
1. No takeaway.
2. No adding salt or sugar to food and drink.
3. Swap white for brown wherever possible (rice, pasta, bread)
4. Eat breakfast every day. (Stops me scoffing mid morning bacon sarnies!)
5. Write down what I eat.
6. Exercise 5 times a week. Doesn’t have to be big scary stuff, even a brisk walk counts.
I will be loosely following the Weightwatchers plan, or at least what I remember of it from last time! I have 2 stone 6 lbs to lose to get down to my pre baby weight. That’s my first goal. Then I shall tackle getting down to my ideal weight, which means losing about the same again. That’s a total loss of about an average mongrel dog, or a sea otter, if you will.
I am in the #1babyelephant group on Twitter, and also #newyearnewbody. And I am having a competition with my husband to see who can lose the most weight in January. I would love a stone this month, but I am aiming for 10lb. That trophy has my name on it!
To cover the exercise side, I am doing a half marathon on March 7th. I am woefully unprepared, but raring to give it a go- I did one 2 years ago with roughly the same crappy level of preparation, but the fear should be enough to keep me exercising!
I really, really want to do this right now. I feel as if I am made of burgers and kebabs, with lumps of lard binding the bits of mechanically recovered meat together. I want to feel proud of myself, to feel sexy and beautiful and attractive. I’d love to be at my final goal weight before I’m 30- that’s 19 months away.
So, if you see me tweeting about how I’m doing with this, please say hi! And if you see me anywhere near a biscuit tin, you have permission to intervene. Use tasers and brute force if you must. Thank you!