I never considered blogging about this in the past, however considering todays cookie disaster, it seems imperative I do something to sincerely monitor my diet. I overeat, like most people researching and reading diet blogs, this habit has caused me to be over-weight for most of my life, actually, minor understatement there- I binge eat, I know the amounts are ridiculous, I know I'm not even hungry, and I also know how I'll chastise myself about it later and yet there I am doing it, again and again, but more on that later.
A little back story here might help my readers understand or maybe even relate to my situation.
I have been over-weight for as long as I can remember, when I was 10 years old I stood on my grandma's scales (while noone was around ofcourse!) and made the discovery that I was 50 kgs, which for a child seemed incredibly over-weight to me, I have two older sisters, 4 and 8 years older than myself, also significantly taller, and I was heavier than both of them. Horrified, I worked out that entire day and swore I would lose weight. Anywhoo, long story short it didn't work out that way as by the time I was 12 I was well and truly 80 kgs. This was when I tried my first ever legitimate diet plan- Celebrity Slim, A shake plan where the participant replaces two meals per day with a shake, bar or soup from the celebrity slim product range. I spent all my pennies on this for around 6 months, I did the diet properly for one week in those 6 months and lost around 5 kgs.
3 years later, I hadn't owned scales in a long time, seemed rather pointless by this point. I tried to at least maintain my weight rather than keep going up, and accept that this was just the way I was meant to look and feel. However, contrary to our wishes, clothing sizes don't lie, and mine were ever changing, continually increasing really. In june of 2010 I discovered I was 100 kgs *BIG MOMENT*.. (pun intended). This was the day I basically went insane at myself and realized accepting myself as over weight was all well and good, right up until I get heart disease, diabetes, can't walk, can't wear clothing that doesn't resemble a curtain, I mean honestly- where was the line between being confident and being submissive going to be!
Anyway, so I would not accept my fate as it were (HERES THE BIG MOMENT, THE LIFE CHANGING ONE). Food seemed like a lost cause, I could control it reasonably, saying no to a bag of chips here, a piece of cake there, but then the next day, or even an hour later, I would be back to eating badly with a vengeance. EXERCISE ON THE OTHER HAND, now, I'm not going to tell you "oh its only hard the first few times" or that "you just have to make it fun"... it is never fun, it never will truly be fun, not until you've lost a bit of weight anyway, but until that happens exercise is going to and will continue to make you feel like an exhausted bag of bricks trying its darnedest to bounce around. So, exercise seemed like my most viable option, my never actually attempting truly vigorous exercise may have helped there, but where does one start with exercise? Last time I had checked I couldn't run ten metres without being completely out of breath so what exactly were my options? And this was the day I discovered yoga, the first and probably most important step in my weight loss to date, I wasn't fit enough to perform aerobics, but yoga seemed to involve more strength and flexibility- a good first step. Regardless of boredom, I got down on the floor every day for an hour of the same yoga dvd for about 6 months, no change to my eating habits, just exercise. I lost 5 kgs in those 6 months, not a huge change, I know, but the point is I was then fit enough to get into some good cardio workouts!
I know this post is long and arduous, but theres more to this story I promise (it involves losing 30 kgs to date), and in the next post I write I'll say exactly how.
A little back story here might help my readers understand or maybe even relate to my situation.
I have been over-weight for as long as I can remember, when I was 10 years old I stood on my grandma's scales (while noone was around ofcourse!) and made the discovery that I was 50 kgs, which for a child seemed incredibly over-weight to me, I have two older sisters, 4 and 8 years older than myself, also significantly taller, and I was heavier than both of them. Horrified, I worked out that entire day and swore I would lose weight. Anywhoo, long story short it didn't work out that way as by the time I was 12 I was well and truly 80 kgs. This was when I tried my first ever legitimate diet plan- Celebrity Slim, A shake plan where the participant replaces two meals per day with a shake, bar or soup from the celebrity slim product range. I spent all my pennies on this for around 6 months, I did the diet properly for one week in those 6 months and lost around 5 kgs.
3 years later, I hadn't owned scales in a long time, seemed rather pointless by this point. I tried to at least maintain my weight rather than keep going up, and accept that this was just the way I was meant to look and feel. However, contrary to our wishes, clothing sizes don't lie, and mine were ever changing, continually increasing really. In june of 2010 I discovered I was 100 kgs *BIG MOMENT*.. (pun intended). This was the day I basically went insane at myself and realized accepting myself as over weight was all well and good, right up until I get heart disease, diabetes, can't walk, can't wear clothing that doesn't resemble a curtain, I mean honestly- where was the line between being confident and being submissive going to be!
Anyway, so I would not accept my fate as it were (HERES THE BIG MOMENT, THE LIFE CHANGING ONE). Food seemed like a lost cause, I could control it reasonably, saying no to a bag of chips here, a piece of cake there, but then the next day, or even an hour later, I would be back to eating badly with a vengeance. EXERCISE ON THE OTHER HAND, now, I'm not going to tell you "oh its only hard the first few times" or that "you just have to make it fun"... it is never fun, it never will truly be fun, not until you've lost a bit of weight anyway, but until that happens exercise is going to and will continue to make you feel like an exhausted bag of bricks trying its darnedest to bounce around. So, exercise seemed like my most viable option, my never actually attempting truly vigorous exercise may have helped there, but where does one start with exercise? Last time I had checked I couldn't run ten metres without being completely out of breath so what exactly were my options? And this was the day I discovered yoga, the first and probably most important step in my weight loss to date, I wasn't fit enough to perform aerobics, but yoga seemed to involve more strength and flexibility- a good first step. Regardless of boredom, I got down on the floor every day for an hour of the same yoga dvd for about 6 months, no change to my eating habits, just exercise. I lost 5 kgs in those 6 months, not a huge change, I know, but the point is I was then fit enough to get into some good cardio workouts!
I know this post is long and arduous, but theres more to this story I promise (it involves losing 30 kgs to date), and in the next post I write I'll say exactly how.
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