It’s six weeks since I blogged about being Too Fat For Zara and guess what… I’m still too fat for Zara.
BUT…. I’m really proud of the little changes I’ve made to my lifestyle in that time. I’ve basically stopped eating my way through the day. I probably ate chocolate every day back then (I say that, like it’s years ago…) and my food choices were determined by which item looked the yummiest, which meant that anything carb-loaded, cheese-loaded and salt-loaded went in my gob. In the evenings, our idea of cooking was putting a pizza in the oven. We ate so much processed food, it’s not even funny. Never mind five a day, I’m not sure I was getting five a week.
It’s easy to get into a vicious circle of ‘well I’m overweight so I may as well eat ALL the burgers’, isn’t it?
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not a fan of diets. I spent far too much of my 20s on Weight Watchers diets and feeling miserable at the weekly weigh-in when I’d only dropped half a pound despite having struggled through the week, counting points and eating those (gross) microwave meals they sell. When I look back at photos of me, at that time, I look slim! Why was I beating myself up about my weight?
Thankfully, at around 28, I realised diets are pointless and a negative cycle to get into. It’s all about adopting a healthy lifestyle, right? Which is all well and good, if you actually do adopt a healthy lifestyle. Which for the last few years, I haven’t.
Last year, when friends and colleagues were banging on about the 5:2 diet, I rolled my eyes and stuffed another cupcake in my mouth. And another. But really, was what they were doing any worse than what I was doing? Probably not. Continue reading