Well that’s a question I have never asked of myself or of others. I am from the “I’m not bothered” brigade when it comes to my weight and how I look. Don’t get me wrong – I do wash and I’m not massively overweight, but I have never been too conscious about these things. I go on how I feel – if my belt is feeling a bit tight I adjust my food intake accordingly – if I feel like not wearing make-up then I don’t (not that I wear that much anyway). Some women and men I know would rather die than go out with no make-up.
I am seriously so unaware of these things that I recently dyed my hair – from chocolate brown to blonde. And as anyone knows who has done something similar there is a moment in the long process when your hair becomes bright orange. My daughter was amazed that I dare step foot out of the house during this stage. When we went out together she made me wear a head scarf (something I had never done before, but looked quite cool – so may wear again – usually headgear and me are not suited at all). Anyway, I couldn’t understand why she was so concerned about what other people think (but then again she is 17 – what can you do?) - wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed for me or for herself - probably both.
But things have changed. I had an operation last year which involved stomach surgery. Together with being of a certain age I have found that things are moving around independently from each other where they didn’t before. I have found weight gain rate disproportionate to what I am used to and don’t know how to react to it.
So I made a decision to go on a “diet”. I have never in my life ever considered going on a diet. Diets to me are the evil prescription of large corporations and the media selling you products that don’t work and make you feel inadequate and insignificant in the world.
I still feel this way and therefore won’t be drawn into going on “this plan” or “that plan” or doing the Zumba or whatever. The only indulgence I have “sold” into is my Wii Fit. Let me explain myself a little here – I hate gyms, I hate aerobic classes – basically anywhere that has more than me in the room I find intimidating and soul destroying.
You see I am a clumsy cow – uncoordinated, no rhythm and the trouble with this is – although I don’t mind my stumbling around – effin’ and jeffin’ and generally moving in all four directions at a time – those around me find it scary, unnerving and upsets their routines. Who can blame them? So it’s best for me and the world to remain within the confines of my own home.
Anyway – I started this new regime this week. This is day 3. I am not going to bore you with what I am eating, etc. But it might be fun to bore you with how it is affecting me emotionally and physically.
Firstly, I am weaning myself off chocolate and crisps. Crisps are my downfall. I could quite happily forego all types of food and live off crisps. But I am sure that I will die of a heart attack by the time I am 50 – so wouldn’t be a good idea. I have done this before so I am prepared for the headaches that go along with this. So watch this space.
My very flimsy plan is to test the old theory of healthy eating together with regular exercise should work. How very novel! Well we’ll see.
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