Life in the Fat Lane. Episode 3
Life in the Fat Lane.
Author: Carole Key. Owner of Solid Rock Cafe and closest friend of Annie.
Alcohol makes fools of us all, it makes us feel hungry when we don’t need food, it takes away our willpower so that we don’t have the strength to say “NO!” plus it seems to make me want to eat the wrong kind of food. Chips, chocolate, nuts and crisps are all things that I could devour once I’ve had a drink. All the things that I would never even think about if it wasn’t for the fact that I’d been drinking, (well all the things except chocolate; that I think about at least once a day).
So what’s the key if I want to drink alcohol but not end up piling on the pounds? ‘A little of what you fancy,’ as the saying goes. Plus, if I do fall into a drunken food fest, I put it behind me. I think, ‘well I enjoyed it while it lasted, but now it’s over,’ and I get back on track. But if, or to be more precise, ‘when,’ I let myself go down that road I weigh myself straight away that evening before bed, and then again in the morning. And if that doesn’t shock me into getting back to what I now call a normal life, nothing will. I have been known to put on three pounds, and when I’ve gone to bed with that number on my mind, the next morning I get up with a new determination. But, can I just say that although I might beat myself up a little, I will not give myself a really bad time, because it’s over, I enjoyed it at the time and today is another day. But might I suggest that if this happens to you, that you take time to reflect where you have come from (weight wise that is) and ask yourself this question, “Do I want to go back there?” You may have only lost three pounds and now you’ve put them back on, but today is another day and the weight gain stops here and the weight loss begins again.
As well as a bottle of wine every other evening, I drank vast amounts of white coffee. It’s hard to say just how much coffee I would drink in one day, because half of it would get poured down the kitchen sink. Andy often brought cups full to the brim with delicious hot coffee for me, I’d drink half and then the cafe would start to fill up and the rest of it would be left on the side to go cold. I decided that along with a limit on my alcohol consumption, I’d limit my coffee intake. So from day one I allowed myself two cups of white coffee, as much green tea as I could stomach, and bottled water. I say allowed myself two cups of coffee a day, but if I wanted more I would have it without hesitation. As I said in the beginning, it’s about life not restrictions.
If you have tried green tea in the past and didn’t like it, please try again. Make it weak at first until you get used to the taste, or try one of the flavoured green teas. And then as you become more accustomed to drinking it, make it a little stronger. It took me a few weeks to get used to the taste of green tea, but now I almost prefer it to coffee.
The other thing that I did was change the size of my dinner plate. I down-sized from a large plate to a smaller one, the equivalent of a side plate. I used to pile my very large plate high with food, and would have been disgusted with myself if I didn’t manage to eat it all. There was no difference between the size of my plate and my husband’s, who needed a larger calorific intake than me.
I suppose that it’s time for the bit that you have been waiting for. What did I eat in that first month, and what do I eat now? Rather than go through everything, I think that the best way would be to let you read some pages from my diary; so here goes, and remember that it’s for your eyes only!
The Diary of a Reluctant Dieter.
Day one: I spent most of yesterday crying because the children and grandchildren had all gone back home. Under circumstances like the children leaving, and not knowing for sure when I would see them again, I would console myself with food and drink. But no more! I prayed, “Lord give me the strength to mend the years of food abuse and get back to a place where I can live a joyful life!”
I’m quite excited about starting this new way of eating. I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on another diet. If things are going to change it has to be for good, therefore it has to be a lifestyle change and not a quick fix.
I’ve been here so many times and tried so many diets, I’m going to use all of my past successes, (no matter how short lived) and failures, (that lasted longer than the successes) to change the way that I live.
Breakfast: 3 rashers of bacon and 2 eggs. Coffee.
This is wonderful, I can eat bacon and eggs every day, all day. No, Prob’s!
The cafe still isn’t open to the public after our influx of family; it looks like we have been feeding the five thousand, not just thirteen. High chairs and toys all over the place, not to mention trodden in food and spilt drinks. So today is a day of cleaning and baking ready for the customers tomorrow.
Lunch: Omelette with side salad. Green tea.
To be honest I could have done without lunch, I was still full from my bacon and eggs. But I’m determined to eat better and on a more regular basis.
Green tea was a tummy turner; I almost lost it at one point. Could only drink half a cup, will make it a little weaker next time.
Supper / evening meal. Salmon fillet and hardboiled egg salad. Green tea.
I’ve been trying my best to drink green tea, Yuck! It makes me gip, but I know that it will help me on my journey so I’m keeping at it.
20th Feb: 2013
Out of bed like a shot as soon as I’ve drunk my coffee. (My darling husband had brought me a coffee in bed every day of our married life, God bless him.) 1hr into my working day, I sit down to Breakfast.
Breakfast: 3 rashers of bacon, 2 eggs. Coffee.
I can do this, how hard can it be? Green tea is a bit of a bind, but I’m sticking to it.
Lunch: 3 egg omelette with mushrooms. Green tea.
Supper/evening meal. Ham and egg salad.
Copious amounts of green tea washed down with lots of water, Grrrrrrrrrrrr!
Things to change now!
One: I have been drinking far too much wine, over the past year or two the amount that I consume in a week has grown from a bottle per week to a almost a bottle every night. IT MUST STOP!(I hope that my minister never reads this, he’d have a dickie fit.)
Two; My eyes are bigger than my belly, and if you know me, then you’ll know that my belly is quite a size. In short I’m very greedy, I’ve got to stop piling my plate high and have sensible food portions. Then when I’ve eaten my meal and waited for twenty minutes, if I’m still hungry I will have something else to eat. (I’m never again going to deny myself food if I’m hungry!)
Three: I’ve come to the realisation that I’m a very lazy person and if I can get someone to fetch and carry after me, I will! What is more, I have no problems with people running round doing jobs for me. People predominantly being Andy, my long suffering husband. No wonder he is half the size of me, the poor thing never stops. Must get off of my butt and start to do things for myself.
One nice thing about writing a diary is that I can write about the things that make me happy and the things that make me sad. It kind of makes me feel better. I can get things off of my chest, and have a beef about the things that are driving me mad. On the plus side nobody else will read my confessions and bleating, so I can write about whatever, or whoever is on my heart. The thing that has been on my heart for the past ten years had been this cafe; it’s time for that to change. Not that I want the cafe to change as such, in fact if I’m really honest it’s not the cafe that needs to change, it’s me!
Tip of the week: Write a weight loss journal, it will be encouraging to look back on when things seem hard.