(In the interest of full disclosure it should be noted that I am writing this while polishing off a large tiramisu from Sainsburys. You know the one...)
I've always been a bit of a contrarian. Tell me no, and I'll do it. Tell me yes, intending to use reverse psychology on me, and I'll punch you in the neck, and then do it. I like doing things at my pace, and hate being wrangled. And that's probably why weight loss isn't fun for me - to get from my size, to the size I need to be, I can't work at 'my' pace. I need to work on a schedule, with some rules laid out. And, I'll need to do it in front of people, something I *hate* doing.
It's weird how one small part of your life can be so intrinsically tied to everything else. I was mopping the kitchen floor last night, and was stuck by how much I was huffing and puffing. How much more clean the house could be if I wasn't winded mopping, I thought. Not that my house is a biohazard, but I could certainly keep a tighter ship. And my kid - he'll be walking soon. Will I be a mummy that runs after him in the park, or one that has to sit on the park bench, "to keep an eye on things"?
Tonight I step on the Wii for the unofficial weigh in, so that I don't die of shock when I am at my doctor's office. I'm looking over meal options, but I think I am going to start with a modified Paleo diet (lots of meat, veggies, no dairy, and no ground grains like bread or pasta, but I will have rice and potatoes). And yes, it means I'll have to look for a cheap and cheerful exercise class once a week, just so that I am held accountable by other folks around me.
Ugh. If only taking the weight off was as fun as putting it on.
To be fair, did you see that footage of Stephen Fry sweating his head off trying to put together some Ikea furniture?
ReplyDeleteMind you, I have the exact same problem.