I’ve decided that I need an overhaul of my diet as well going to the gym. In the past I have tried almost every diet going from Weight Watchers, Slimming World, 5:2 and even the revolting cabbage soup diet. Each has had some degree of success but the only way to permanently keep weight off, is to combine diet and exercise. I’ve done it before and managed to lose two stone but then my thyroid problems started and I piled it all back on.
The question is which diet plan to follow? A few weeks back I was watching (well ogling) my favourite presenter on the tele – Phillip Schofield. As part of the This Morning programme they had looked through quite a few diets and rated them against each other, one of these was Body Chef. It’s a system where you choose a food plan based on a daily calorie intake and then get the food delivered to you. I like the idea of this as I’m one of those dieters who happily starves herself all day just to save calories, for treats and snacks in the evening. This way at least I will be eating three nutritional meals a day which will mean I can still maintain my gym routines. Starving myself all day, then filling up on junk is not going to give me the energy for my workouts. I’ve chosen 1200 calories a day, which combined with exercise may be too low, but we’ll see how I get on.
I have had a delivery and I have one major criticism, the packaging is not discreet. In fact it’s about as discreet as an EDL march. A fairly large box with Body Chef plastered all over it in bright green and red, no other external packaging. You might as well have one of those delivery vans that speaks as it moves – The ones that say ‘Attention, this vehicle is reversing’. We could have one of those when the delivery comes and it could say ‘Attention, this woman is a bloater’.
It’s made me realise one thing though, I HAVE to be in for every delivery, there is no way they’re leaving that package with a neighbour. The neighbours will think one of two things:
1. The fat woman next door is finally doing something about her weight or
2. The old fat woman next door is having meals on wheels delivered.
Either way, it’s not looking good for my reputation 😉
The problem with people knowing you’re on a diet is that they expect to see results. As soon as I tell someone I’m on a diet (believe me it’s happened quite a few times) they’ll starts monitoring my progress. Some do it mentally, eyeing you up and down to see if they notice a difference. Others are less discreet (usually family) and they’ll say ‘I thought you were going to start a diet?’ I just don’t need that pressure, none of my friends or family know I’m doing this and that is the way it stays. After I’ve lost a couple of dress sizes they may ask how I’ve done it. I say ‘may ask’ as some people blatantly know you look different – i.e. your arm has dropped off, but they wont say anything, it’s all very ‘English’. Me on the other hand would wade in and ask ‘what the hell happened to your arm?’
I have my PT (personal training) session later and I’m getting on really well with my trainer. I think I do push her boundaries a bit though, She’s still quite naïve – bless. When we started to use the monitoring belt the other day to see how my heart rate was going, there was a problem getting it to work. I strapped the belt on and my name still didn’t show on the big screen alongside all the other gym users. PT tried her best to get it to work with no luck, in the end I looked at her deadpan and asked whether my pace maker might be interfering with the signal? Her face went very pale and her jaw dropped, you could tell she was thinking of all the tough workouts she’d given my over the past fortnight and how lucky she was I hadn’t died. Her short-lived career was flashing in front of her eyes. I relished the moment for a tad longer than necessary (naughty, naughty) and then smiled and said ‘only joking’.
It’s a wonder she didn’t punch me then, or indeed when she told me there was a ten year gap between her and her siblings, and I asked if she should have been named ‘accident’. It’s all banter and she thinks I’m very funny, but I told her that most overweight people are funny, not all, but most. In fact, I’m one of the funniest people I know 😉
Now, off to open the box of food delights, apparently I have granola for breakfast. Granola and the silver fox on the tele, can the day get any better 🙂