Once upon a time there was a fair young maiden. She spent her days working and her nights sleeping, (without interruption), and on Sundays she was able to catch up on any sleep she may have missed through her many social activities during the week. When she needed to exercise, she did. When she felt like tightening the belt, (literally), she improved her diet for a few weeks. Life was simple, so she decided to have children.
Nights were no longer exclusively for sleeping, days were no longer exclusively for working, and a sleep in became the stuff of fairy tales. Getting to the gym was an odyssey fraught with challenges worthy of a Knight of the Round Table, and ‘diet’ became a curse word – eating was an inconvenience. She ate whatever she could fit in whenever she could fit it in without two little sets of hands pilfering it. And sometimes, (okay often), she treated herself with something utterly delicious and calorie laden as she hid from the sticky little fingers in the pantry.
Okay, so the fair maiden was me, once upon a time. In my former life I was a personal trainer, and I practically lived in the gym. I knew the rules of a good diet and I followed them to the letter. When my kids came along there was always something more important, and I ended up putting on weight. Like, a lot of weight. I’m sure it’s a familiar story for many.
This year I am going to change my story. I am going on an anti-diet. During this experiment, I will not cut out food groups or starve myself. I will follow a sensible eating plan and exercise at least once a day. And I will prove that weight loss is not about finding a ‘solution’. I will use statistics and research to develop my plan and I will document my progress for those following at home. I will also learn to respect my body, because being ashamed of it will not aid in my efforts to lose weight. The plan is simple.
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