Day 3: Promises, Promises
Dear People of the Internet,
Lately I have been vacillating, a mass of contradictions. I want to write a blog! No, I want to write my YA novel. No, I want to do both! (Which is not possible, as I'm holding down a full-time job and looking after a kid too, as well as weeding the decking which the builder swore would never sprout weeds.)
I want to be a vegan! But I want to eat cheese, butter and milk. (Which is not possible, for reasons I don't need to spell out, as you are an intelligent person. Of course you are! Look at your discerning taste in blogs.)
I want to lose weight. No, I want to eat chocolate cake! No, I want to lose weight. (Which is not possible, unless you're prepared to eat minuscule amounts of chocolate cake. And who can stop at just one bite of luscious, rich confectionery?)
This is why people don't succeed in shedding the pounds. Because they want to shovel creamy, delicious spaghetti carbonara and ice cream down their gullets as well as slimming down.
It. Is. Not. Possible.
To successfully lose weight, you have to commit to it psychologically, not be swayed by every passing doughnut. You have to marry it and have its babies, not just flirt with it over a hot chocolate with whipped cream. You have to not do this:
With that in mind, I have decided to take the following steps to make sure the next 90 (well, 87) days go as well as they can.
I promise to:
1. Only eat foods where I know the calories. The cheese crêpe I had yesterday for lunch could have fallen anywhere between 300 and 900 calories. If I have no idea how many calories I'm eating, I can make excuses to myself that I haven't eaten that many and deserve a bumper pack of Cadbury's Heroes. And we all know that I don't.
2. Take a daily selfie like this lady. Yes, it's slightly problematic horrifying oneself with one's own body, but it worked for her, so it might work for me too.
3. Not eat after 7pm, and go to bed as early as possible. Restricting the time when I'm eating, and restricting the time when I'm awake, can only be good things as far as the diet is concerned.
So... I saw my lovely Catholic friend Anna yesterday, and now I need to say ten Hail Marys, because I put on 200g. I ate a pack of McVities Chocolate Digestive Thins, but sadly they haven't made me thin. I also put on half an inch on my bust and waist (39.5" and 32.5" respectively).
Here are my Apple Watch readings for yesterday:
Today I am going out to buy a load of vegetables and chuck them down my oesophagus. See you tomorrow!
Lately I have been vacillating, a mass of contradictions. I want to write a blog! No, I want to write my YA novel. No, I want to do both! (Which is not possible, as I'm holding down a full-time job and looking after a kid too, as well as weeding the decking which the builder swore would never sprout weeds.)
I want to be a vegan! But I want to eat cheese, butter and milk. (Which is not possible, for reasons I don't need to spell out, as you are an intelligent person. Of course you are! Look at your discerning taste in blogs.)
I want to lose weight. No, I want to eat chocolate cake! No, I want to lose weight. (Which is not possible, unless you're prepared to eat minuscule amounts of chocolate cake. And who can stop at just one bite of luscious, rich confectionery?)
This is why people don't succeed in shedding the pounds. Because they want to shovel creamy, delicious spaghetti carbonara and ice cream down their gullets as well as slimming down.
It. Is. Not. Possible.
To successfully lose weight, you have to commit to it psychologically, not be swayed by every passing doughnut. You have to marry it and have its babies, not just flirt with it over a hot chocolate with whipped cream. You have to not do this:
With that in mind, I have decided to take the following steps to make sure the next 90 (well, 87) days go as well as they can.
I promise to:
1. Only eat foods where I know the calories. The cheese crêpe I had yesterday for lunch could have fallen anywhere between 300 and 900 calories. If I have no idea how many calories I'm eating, I can make excuses to myself that I haven't eaten that many and deserve a bumper pack of Cadbury's Heroes. And we all know that I don't.
2. Take a daily selfie like this lady. Yes, it's slightly problematic horrifying oneself with one's own body, but it worked for her, so it might work for me too.
3. Not eat after 7pm, and go to bed as early as possible. Restricting the time when I'm eating, and restricting the time when I'm awake, can only be good things as far as the diet is concerned.
So... I saw my lovely Catholic friend Anna yesterday, and now I need to say ten Hail Marys, because I put on 200g. I ate a pack of McVities Chocolate Digestive Thins, but sadly they haven't made me thin. I also put on half an inch on my bust and waist (39.5" and 32.5" respectively).
Here are my Apple Watch readings for yesterday:
Today I am going out to buy a load of vegetables and chuck them down my oesophagus. See you tomorrow!
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