Life in The Fat Lane
I can’t and don’t profess to know everything about dieting, but I do know what has worked, or more to the point, hasn’t worked for me. I know how I’ve shed the pounds, nay stones! And even more importantly, kept them off.
This is my story, a journey that has taken me from desperation, food addiction, ill health, feeling bloated all the time, embarrassed, never shopping for clothes (what’s the point?) and unable to play with the grandchildren, to feeling like I’m on top of the world and fighting fit.
Realising that at last I don’t have to be a slave to food – I’m its master, not the other way around – and that I’m no longer a victim but victorious. Plus, if feeling good and full of energy doesn’t float my boat; knowing that every clothes shop that I go into has beautiful things in there that will fit me, does: In other words I’m free to shop till I drop!
I’ve been inspired to write this blog so that you can come on my journey with me and then we can enjoy life to the full. The way that God intended us to do, not burdened, but free.
I’m not much of a reader and I could never be described as a book worm. Having said all of that, I do love starting a new book. I’m often so excited about reading it that I’ll skip the introduction and acknowledgements pages and get straight to the story line. I’m hoping that you will not be like me, and you’ll take the time to read this intro, because I feel that it will be beneficial to the way that you deal with food. Plus, it might give you a little bit of insight into the battle I have had.
Again, I don’t know about you, but one thing is on my mind all the way through reading a book; ‘How will it end?’ This thought makes me rush, and I often miss the full story line. Then when I read the last page I think, ‘Now what?’ What will I do with the time I have free because I’m no longer reading? It wasn’t long before I fell back into my old ways of sitting down and mindlessly watching TV.
It’s been a little bit like that with diets in the past; I’ve rushed into them, had a modicum of success and then thought, ‘Now what?’
The ‘Now what?’ with diets has always been getting near to my goal and then returning to my old eating habits. I’d lose weight and then start living the high life, going out for meals to show off my new slimmer figure, then making the wrong choices when ordering my food. There is nothing wrong with going out and having a nice meal; my husband and I go out for a meal at least once a week on our day off. The difference now is that I make informed decisions; I ask the waiter if I can swop the chips for vegetables or salad, and change the onion rings for coleslaw, etc.
I’m sure that the thought of chips is far better than the taste; more importantly the taste isn’t good enough to compensate for the extra inches you gain by eating them. I can say, hand on my heart, that I have never finished a meal and wished that I had ordered the fatty alternative. I will be the first to admit that it took a little while to get my head around to this way of thinking, but once I did I felt liberated.
As I have already said, I don’t profess to have all the answers on losing weight and keeping it off, but I do know what has worked for me, and I feel sure that it could work for you, dear reader, if you give it a chance.
My journey started on the 18th February 2013. It all began when our three children and their associated wives, husbands and grandchildren, gathered together at our place to celebrate a joint birthday party. All the family were staying with us because we had plenty of room for them in the large flat above our cafe. We were having a good time; I was in my element running around cooking for everyone and playing with the grandchildren. Then, in what seemed like a flash, it was all over and they were getting ready to go back to their own homes. Jennie, our daughter, had set off home and her two brothers and their families were just about to leave, when Chris, our youngest boy, said out of the blue:
“Mother you need to sort yourself out, you’ve let yourself go and you look a mess. Don’t do it for me, do it for yourself and your health.”
It was the shock that I needed to set me on the right track. I felt as if it was not Chris that had said the words but God, and he had used Chris to say them. I waited for the boys to set off home and went upstairs; I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror and said out loud,
“OK God, if you want me to lose weight you will have to help me, because I can’t do this on my own!”
I knew right there and then that things could only get better. As I stood and took a long look at myself in that bedroom mirror, (something that I hadn’t done in a long time), everything within me cried out;
“This far and no further!”
I knew that I was at the beginning of a new season, a season with good change in front of me. All I needed to do was ask for wisdom and take control, how hard could it be? (That was irony, in case you missed it!).
Tip of the week: Downsize your plate, it sounds simple but you will be amazed at the difference this tiny step makes.
Next week: Getting my head around the carb’s.