Posts Tagged ‘healthy eating’
When I look in the mirror I don’t believe the figure smiling back at me. It’s only when caught unawares – such as at a service station toilet with full length mirror opposite the loo – that I am confronted with the fact that I have a spare tyre around my middle. Otherwise I would be blissfully unaware, and still expect to see a thin version of myself in mirrors. Although I’ve been fat for years now, it just doesn’t seem like me.
I know what size I am. I’ve been buying clothes of that size at M&S for years. But still when I unpack them, they seem too big. They fit me, but it always feels wrong.
I haven’t always been overweight. In my sixth form I was depressed and ate so little that my uniform had to be ordered in specially, a size 6. (For the men reading who have no idea what that translates to, think Victoria Beckham.) Through university I was a slightly more healthy 10 to 12. When I discovered eBay I was pleased to find that I was a normal, healthy size and I could fit into a range of gorgeous goth clothing!
Slowly, the weight has crept on. Mostly this came about once I started a full time job and could no longer attend gym classes several times a week. Exercise was on the backburner, but I thought having a full time job would keep me on my toes.
Once I recognised that I was overweight, I tried healthy eating and then even Alli, the weight loss pills that were promoted in every pharmacy when they became available over the counter earlier this year. The name is a misnomer (“friend” or “helper”) as any meal with more than 10-15 grams of fat resulted in what the manufacturers so nicely call “treatment conditions”. Basically if you don’t stick to a very low fat diet, you will end up farting oil – and nobody wants that. I stopped taking Alli, recognising that fat content wasn’t all of the story and that as a vegetarian, fat content in my diet was likely to conflict with Alli’s strict limits when I ate meals which were based around cheese – although it would still fall within the government’s “Eat well” recommendations. It seems that Alli helps you lose weight by terrifying you into not eating any food containing fat at all.
Flash in the mirror at a hotel, during 2010.
There is an elephant in the room – my disability. I have a condition called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, and when I was diagnosed, the first thing my consultant ever told me was not to go running or swimming. Straight away I wondered how to exercise, but I’d known for years that my knee dislocates easily and other joints behave strangely, so I am very limited unless I have a low-impact programme. Now that my weight has crept up (taking me to a size 18) it is even harder to exercise safely and within my limits, as aerobics teachers are unwilling to support me, not understanding my impairment or unable to suggest safe alternatives to the routines in their class.
I still look in the mirror in disbelief, not knowing how best to dress to disguise my curves and jowl. Size 18 may be just two inches larger than the average British woman, but that doesn’t make it acceptable – it just means that there are lots of fat people out there! However, even though I do want to exercise, I am restricted by my impairment to doing just sit ups and “chairobics” – a form of exercise I have created which lets me stay sitting down. Hopefully it burns calories as much as aerobic exercise, but I have no way of knowing, and I can only manage 20 minutes at a time which is barely enough to get the blood pumping. Still, it’s fun to dance in my wheelchair at parties, and other people will boogie with me, so I must be doing something right! But at home it’s embarrassing – I would hate anyone to see me doing my chairobic “dancing” to Blur and Ian Dury as I try to work out. I set an alarm on my phone each day to remind me to exercise, yet four days out of five I am unable to physically manage it, having to rest my knees when I would rather work off some fat.
Although I am working on my weight, it seems I really need to tackle my self perception – after all I know which dress size I buy, so I should be used to seeing a fat person in the mirror – but I’m not sure how to address this. It seems to be harder than dieting. There may be many recommendations on how to diet and eat well, but I’ve yet to see any suggestions on how to retrain your brain! I still don’t recognise the body staring back at me.
So I’m trying to find a way to shift the kilos, but as I already eat fairly healthily it will be a long process – there are few things I can cut out for instant wins. (I’ve already swapped from sugary to diet drinks, from regular to reduced-fat cheeses and from mayonnaise to natural yoghurt.) To keep my spirits high I simply remember how little I recognise my body when it is undressed – the curves which should not be there – and then I am ready to aim for the figure with which I actually identify, similar to my early university days, while recognising I can never recapture my youth or reverse the progression of my impairment. For starters, perhaps I should be proud that I have stopped the gradual increase in my weight and seem to be slowly reversing the trend.
It may take a long time until I am able to squeeze into smaller dress sizes, perhaps many years, but hopefully over the long term I will be able to lose weight, respect myself for the effort, and move forward. For now, my old dresses are still in storage – but at least I haven’t given up and thrown them away altogether.
Tomorrow I start a new diet. No! Let’s not use the D-word, but call it a “healthy eating plan for life” – doesn’t that sound better?
From tomorrow my chocolate will be gone, the occasional pastry will be banned and chips will be quite out of the question, which leaves one day for a last hurrah. Today is my chance to scoff as much as I can before it is forbidden. So casual calls to my beloved of “I’m going to the shop, do you want anything?” should be interpreted as “I’m off to stockpile chocolate, do you dare stop me?” Fortunately the answer was “no dear”.
I finished off the last Dorito crisps that were hanging around. I tidied up humous from the fridge. I even dug my spoon into my father-in-law’s delightfully chewy honey, all crystalline deliciously playing over my tongue. Aren’t I helpful, clearing the fridge for the week ahead?
Then for my spoils from the corner shop – I had only intended to buy Minstrels but spotted a bar of Cookie Crumble Galaxy, something I’d never seen before and surely had to try! Unfortunately it disappointed with the excessive saltiness of commercial biscuits and none of the chocolate smoothness that I’d expected. Never mind, there were still a packet of Minstrels which I would suck, chew and linger over, before soon they too had disappeared…
So anyway, back to the diet!
It’s based on a booklet called “So you want to lose weight… for good”. It’s published by the British Heart Foundation (and is a million miles away from the spurious and unaccredited three day fad diet mendaciously named after the charity).
The principle is that this is not a quick fix “diet” but a “weight loss plan for life”. The plan suggests how much of each food group you should eat each day and explains clearly what amounts to a portion of each – so I can analyse main meals that I enjoy, work out how they fit into the plan, and then structure the rest of my food and drink intake for each day to fit the nutritional “gaps” I have available. Hopefully I will still feel fulfilled by continuing with the regular tasty dinners that I share with my husband each evening.
Wow, this sounds like a diet – sorry, I mean weight loss plan – which could actually work for me. Better still, it could pander to my controlling nature by letting me work out how our favourite grub can still be eaten, strictly scheduling other meals and snacks around that. This sounds ideal; a programme that is realistic and achievable. I just need to find something else to do when hunger rumbles and I would normally reach for a snack – perhaps mini packets of raisins or simply telling myself to do 50 sit-ups each time I feel the pang?
I can’t wait to lose weight, to be thinner and healthier. But before we start, I will just polish off the remaining gin and tonic… well, I wouldn’t want to leave temptation lying around, would I?