Sunday, 26 February 2012

Grease is not the word what ever the Bee Gees say!

I'm actually finding it quite difficult to eat greasy and fatty food now.


Not for any idealogical reasons; the notion of fat and sugar, in my mind, still = reward.


No, its actually become unpleasant eating fried and greasy food. I've gone off the feel of it in my mouth and, more pertinently, excess fat now gives me horrific heartburn, acid reflux and nausea.


Did I always feel like this when eating fats, I wonder, and just learn to live with it as 'normal'? Has eating healthily ruined my taste for my old favourite foods?


I mean, my favourite dessert always used to be a seriously Sticky Toffee Pudding, preferably with clotted cream, failing that, a good ice cream.


Now I can't get enough of a meringue nest, with 0% yoghurt and passion fruit!


Or griddled pineapple with low fat iced dessert....


Times have changed.


And I'm currently 18lbs lighter!

Tough

This week has been a tough week.


I'm going through the slowest and most stressful of house moves that I've ever been through and fretting like a madman. I'm certain this is why I've lost 2 pounds instead of the usual 1lb.


Being as I've been without a kitchen in two houses, my food intake has relied on pub food and take aways this week. I can't believe my restraint!


With the exception of two fantastic meals (well, one and a half) at the Trago Lounge in Portswood where I had total blowouts, I've taken the healthy and fewer-pointy options. Yay, me!


The two meals, incidentally, were a huge pork chop with bubble and squeak, a poached egg and hollandaise that, although the pork chop was glorious, beautifully cooked and worth every last point, would have still been amazing without it; and a steak and kidney pudding with mushy peas, both glorious, and served with over cooked chip and battered onion rings which seemed a little unnecessary and far too greasy. Some nice potato would have been good, but the chips and onions rings, after tentative nibbling, stayed on the side of the plate. Briefly. My partner nicked them :-)

Ooooooh so close!

You know that psychological barrier I spoke about earlier on?


Almost there. :-)


Today I weight 18 stones. I need to see my weight stat with 17st XXlb for me to start feeling like I broke that barrier...


Next week, hopefully :-)

Sunday, 19 February 2012

An unexpected thought and new reason for weight loss . . .

I'm not what you'd call fashion driven. I've never been that into clothes and designers and they like tending to dress in basic black or jeans and tee-shirts. It suits my utilitarian outlook on life. I've never, in all my years, owned a suit. I've never needed one given the places I've worked.


But on losing weight, I've started thinking that I could actually start buying clothes outside of M&S; at the moment, the only place I can buy off the racks - unless you count 'High and Mighty' which more explains the prices than the cloths it sells. Yet, I'm thinking that if I can get down to a 36" waist - currently at 43" - I could actually start shopping somewhere other than M&S and buy things that are a little more - dare I say it - fashionable!


How weird is that?

I don't think i will happen today but . . .

... I'm kind of holding back on my weigh in...

Very soon, I'm going to hit a very important psychological marker. I"m pretty excited that at the weight I've already lost and feeling very proud of myself but for the last15 years or so, I've always been above 18 stones. Hitting that weight was the thing that made me thing 'god I'm fat'.

In the next week or so, assuming I do the right thing and not binge on fish and chips too often, I will be under 18 stones. I will stop, in my psychological arena, being 'Fat' and start being 'overweight'. 

I'm almost scared to weigh myself . . .

Monday, 6 February 2012

Bum


I may have lost a whole stone (WHOO!!) but none of it seems to have come off my butt which still looks like a hippos yawn....


Soon, my pretty, soon . . .

Saturday, 4 February 2012

Another delay

Well, it's all a bit weird at the moment. Although my default position is to comfort eat in time of stress - and I tend to have a very stressful life - I've been quite pleased with myself. Despite being kicked out of my flat (the landlord decided to sell rather unexpectedly) and Mum having a Cancer scare (turned out to be negative this time, thank god) and starting a new job, I have, apart from one day when I had a horrible chinese take away, stayed within my points allowance.


For me, this is a major step forward.


Comfort eating took some pretty extreme forms. THe depths of which included one pack of CHocolate Angel Delight, One pack of Butterscotch Angel delight missed in a huge bowl and eaten, not with a spoon, but with two packs of maryland cookies.
Well. That wasn't the *absolute* nadir. Substitute the angel delight for one tub each of Betty Crocker Vanilla and Chocolate frosting and you're there. :-/


I haven't been that bad in quite a while, but comfort eating has always been a problem.


Keeping within my points, and just having the points allowance is helping me make sense of my eating. It's odd, because in recent years, I've actually had a pretty good diet in terms of what I eat. Just not in terms of the quantities. The good thing is that I don't feel as if I'm missing out on anything. The points system is allowing me to be creative with what I eat and find flavour either in new ingredients or re-tooling old favourites to be tastier and more healthy.


I'm actually finding it fun to work within the limitations of the points system rather than the unlimited quantities and ingredients of my imagination. 


The reliance on take-outs has been all but destroyed - although I can now get 3 meals from a Papa Johns Pepperoni special instead of 1 should I be so tempted - and learning to make take away favourites cheaper and better (Thank you Ching) has been a easy revelation. I mean, it's quicker, tastier and healthier to make a Chicken Chow Mein from scratch than it is to phone for a take out and have it delivered, or pop round to the take away. 


Work is a little more problematic because everywhere you go, you are surrounded by vending machines, but salads some WW snacks and a yoghurt and I'm usually okay and can fit a treat in too.


After 5 weeks of relative healthiness, eating really fatty foods gives me heartburn/acid, so I'm not even wanting to eat it. 



Bonus!