Well enough is enough and it’s time for a change. I’ve always struggled with my weight and at the moment I’m heavier than I want to be – I know this because the button on my favourite trousers flew off the other day – luckily I didn’t blind anyone!
So as much as I love cakes and crisps they have to go. It’s much more of a struggle since the old menopause kicked in – my waistline is expanding and I have a few more spare tyres than I’d like to have. I could also give Beyoncé a run for her money in the booty department – mind you that is hereditary so that’ll stay.
I’ve always been fairly active but not as much as I should be. I discovered a cool app on my phone last night that measures all kinds of things including how many steps you’ve walked, food intake, heart rate etc. So I made myself park outside of town and walk in today to kick start this healthier lifestyle.
I’m not going to say I’m on a diet because the minute I say that I want to eat everything in sight. It’s more a case of trying to decided if I’m really hungry or just eating out of habit. I’m also going to stop treating myself with food – it’s not really a treat when you struggle to pull on your jeans! So no more birthday cakes when it’s not my birthday! If you see me in town eating a cake take it away from me. Now of course there will be the odd treat, I’m a firm believer in everything in moderation – but I have to remember it is moderation and not an every day thing.
The food thing has always been a bit of a problem for me. I think when I was younger it was the only thing I had control over in my life and I do remember shutting myself in a food cupboard binging on biscuits when my family were watching Emmerdale.
Fast forward to 20 year old me who had another battle with weight – this time when I was going for the RAF. For my height (small) it was suggested I should be just over 8 stone. For me that’s not a possible weight and I tried everything to get down to it so I could pass the medical. In the end I ended up having a can of diet coke and an apple a day to get accepted. Not healthy at all and not something I could ever keep up with. I think all these BMI tests are outdated – everyone carries weight differently and I do look better a bit curvier – just not as much as I am now.
Hopefully as I’ve written about this it might help me step away from the treats. I’ll let you know how I get on.