So it's been awhile since my last post, and as with all yoyo dieters, I have not been able to stick to the plan and lose any weight. To be honest, I'm not surprised. I'm 'good' for a few days and then I sabotage my own progress. In fact, I've done it again!
I started the Cambridge Diet last Monday. I started off nice and slow - 2 shakes and one meal from Monday to Wednesaday, and then I went on 3 shakes a day on Thursday. I was good on Thursday. On Friday I had ONE homemade chicken nugget (that I made for my kids). On Saturday I had ONE mouthful of sweetcorn from my son's lunch. On Sunday I was good. Weighed myself and lost only 1.5kg! So much less than I imagined! I know realistically it is fine - but other people on the CD report 5kg losses in week 1!
So I realised, I didn't really do week 1 in it's 'pure' solely shakes form, and resolved that this week, I will be 100% shakes. Then yesterday (Monday), I was so hungry that I ate 5 nuggets (leftover from last week), and since I was already cheating, I ate two pieces of fish and a few broccoli and cauliflower florets that the kids were having for dinner...
Then TODAY, I was good and good and good and then I ate two granola bars.
So you see - self sabotage.
Anyway, I know the psychology of fat blankets etc. so I kinda know why I did it. I'm not happy with myself, but I'm not overly kicking myself. However, I am writing this blog entry so that I have some accountability and don't brush it off.
Cambridge Diet, Week 2 - REBOOT - starting again properly.
Watch this space (and my figure!)...
Monday, May 19, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
THE QUESTION...
For most of our single life, our weight issues are just that - OUR weight issues. Something private to agonise over in bed every night.
Then one day, my daughter came home from nursery and asked me,
"Mummy, are you fat?"
*fireworks in my mind*
All you mummies out there will know exactly how I felt at that moment. Slightly embarrassed because you failed to be the prettiest mum, gobsmacked that she noticed, and wondering how to respond. I simply said,
"I am a bit."
So that was over 4 years ago.
Since then, I have gotten fatter than I ever imagined I could be.
It was ok for awhile. I lived in my bubble of yoga-pant SAHMotherhood where it was acceptable to be slightly disheveled. Even after my son was born, I would rationalise "I've just had a baby", or "I'll go on a diet after I stop breastfeeding". This very soon turns into the old routine of promising that to diet tomorrow, the next day and the next.
Being a SAHM was also much more demanding that I ever imagined. No tai tai teas and fashion shows. It was all nappies and vomit and tears. Child rearing is such a gargantuan task that you have every valid excuse in the book to have a fast meal and not exercise.
But slowly, I grew used to that fat girl in the mirror I didn't recognise. She became the new me. No mirrors, no photos allowed. I even developed a thick skin to friends who would look at my belly and start, "Are you...?" to which I would always say, "No baby, just fat!". Or my charming kids who announce to total strangers that "Mummy has a squishy bum."
Lovely.
So why am I starting this blog again?
Yesterday morning, I saw this local ex-actress at a cafe. She used to be very sexy with a great body. After quitting acting for motherhood, I heard she had put on alot of weight. I saw her 10 years ago and was shocked by her size. Yesterday, I was shocked once again. She had grown so big that I almost could not recognise her face.
She was sitting there alone, literally spilling out of the small cafe chair, stuffing her face with a full three course meal at 10am.
Maybe part of me recognised myself in her. Fat beyond recognition of her previous self. Eating away to numb the failure that is the fat suit everyone can see.
The image of her stuck with me the whole day.
I told myself - I do not want to end up like that.
Then one day, my daughter came home from nursery and asked me,
"Mummy, are you fat?"
*fireworks in my mind*
All you mummies out there will know exactly how I felt at that moment. Slightly embarrassed because you failed to be the prettiest mum, gobsmacked that she noticed, and wondering how to respond. I simply said,
"I am a bit."
So that was over 4 years ago.
Since then, I have gotten fatter than I ever imagined I could be.
It was ok for awhile. I lived in my bubble of yoga-pant SAHMotherhood where it was acceptable to be slightly disheveled. Even after my son was born, I would rationalise "I've just had a baby", or "I'll go on a diet after I stop breastfeeding". This very soon turns into the old routine of promising that to diet tomorrow, the next day and the next.
Being a SAHM was also much more demanding that I ever imagined. No tai tai teas and fashion shows. It was all nappies and vomit and tears. Child rearing is such a gargantuan task that you have every valid excuse in the book to have a fast meal and not exercise.
But slowly, I grew used to that fat girl in the mirror I didn't recognise. She became the new me. No mirrors, no photos allowed. I even developed a thick skin to friends who would look at my belly and start, "Are you...?" to which I would always say, "No baby, just fat!". Or my charming kids who announce to total strangers that "Mummy has a squishy bum."
Lovely.
So why am I starting this blog again?
Yesterday morning, I saw this local ex-actress at a cafe. She used to be very sexy with a great body. After quitting acting for motherhood, I heard she had put on alot of weight. I saw her 10 years ago and was shocked by her size. Yesterday, I was shocked once again. She had grown so big that I almost could not recognise her face.
She was sitting there alone, literally spilling out of the small cafe chair, stuffing her face with a full three course meal at 10am.
Maybe part of me recognised myself in her. Fat beyond recognition of her previous self. Eating away to numb the failure that is the fat suit everyone can see.
The image of her stuck with me the whole day.
I told myself - I do not want to end up like that.
THE PLAN
Every diet starts out with a plan. I'm not going to use Atkins or Southbeach or any other book plan; I'm going to use my extensive knowledge of diet plans, gleaned from a lifetime of dieting, to formulate my own plan.
I know it's better to not have 'restrictive' rules, that start with 'Don't' or 'No'. These will only make the forbidden items more enticing. Hence my rules are positives. The DOs rather than DO NOTs.
So here are my rules to self:
1. Drink 8 glasses of water everyday
2. Exercise weekly - Zumba, Cardiofit etc
3. Stick to 1200 calorie a day (using MyFitnessPal)
4. Eat 2 'units' of veg a day
5. Have a daily meal plan!!
6. Weigh in on Wednesdays.
That's it! Does it look too simple? Trust me, it's not as easy as it looks!
I'm too shy to share my starting weight with you, but I will share my goal with you. I want to shed 30kg.
Sounds impossible! But let's take it slow.
First mini-goal - lose 5kg.
Ready.... Set.... GO!!
I know it's better to not have 'restrictive' rules, that start with 'Don't' or 'No'. These will only make the forbidden items more enticing. Hence my rules are positives. The DOs rather than DO NOTs.
So here are my rules to self:
1. Drink 8 glasses of water everyday
2. Exercise weekly - Zumba, Cardiofit etc
3. Stick to 1200 calorie a day (using MyFitnessPal)
4. Eat 2 'units' of veg a day
5. Have a daily meal plan!!
6. Weigh in on Wednesdays.
That's it! Does it look too simple? Trust me, it's not as easy as it looks!
I'm too shy to share my starting weight with you, but I will share my goal with you. I want to shed 30kg.
Sounds impossible! But let's take it slow.
First mini-goal - lose 5kg.
Ready.... Set.... GO!!
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