I’m now heading into Year Four of Dietgirl’s Amazing Flab Busting Adventurama. I was laying in bed on Sunday night, alternately fondling my hipbones/grinning, and kneading my stomachs/grimacing, wondering if I’d ever make it. I know all that crap about health being a lifelong journey, but I am still hanging out for that moment when I decide righto, this is it, I’m done with the losing. Here it is another new year and I’m still not done. There’s no way I’ll ever get there.
But then I thought, hang on, why wouldn’t I get there? What’s stopping me? Abso-bloody-lutely nothing. There’s no reason in the world why it won’t happen, just like there’s no reason why it won’t happen for you brilliant people who have been reading all this time. If we just keep bumbling along, that cumulative effect of changing our habits over time, never losing sight of where we want to be, it will just happen.
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One of my favourite pastimes is observing the eating habits of skinny people. There’s a lot of be learned from them. My latest stalkee has been that lovely boy I’m seeing. Here’s what I’ve noticed about his habits:
– He never has second helpings of a main course. He dishes out his portion then puts the leftovers away
– He always carries a bottle of water and drinks regularly throughout the day. At home he’ll have a glass of water beside the bed, one in the kitchen while cooking, one on the coffee table during dinner.
– He rarely snacks between meals or picks at leftovers
– He cooked dinner for me six weeks ago and served ice cream with the dessert, and he still has that same tub of ice cream, ie. he didn’t scoff the rest of it down in front of the telly the next evening
– He only buys what food he needs, and makes simple meals with lots of vegies and few herbs and spices, and uses up everything in the fridge before it turns into a mouldy pulp
At first I was weirded out by all this. It didn’t seem to me like he ate enough. But then I realised that this was just when I compared it to how much and how often I ate. I realised how much extra food I put away without even noticing, how I sometimes snack for something to do.
Then I thought the bastard was just too healthy. But then I remembered the times we’d had dessert or we’d eaten at friends houses. He’ll get stuck into the sweets or scoff into some cake. But I notice that when he pigs out it tends to be more quality stuff, like some really good dark chocolate. You can see him savouring every mouthful, but he always stops before it gets excessive. He doesn’t feel the need to keep going back for more servings.
It all seemed really odd to me, a guy so sensible about food. Finally I found out why – he’s lost a lot of weight himself, 3 stone in fact (that’s 19.5 kilos. Or 41 pounds. Gee I am great with numbers).
So… crikey! After all my freaking out about my body and my former even lardier body, he has struggled with very same shit. I just assumed he’d always had a slender physique, that he didn’t have to try to get those sexy legs. But as it turned out he was once a larger lad and spent a good year or getting back in shape.
I asked him about a million questions, I found it so inspiring. What was his secret? How’d he do it? But it was all very simple. He just cut out the crap and bought a bike and cycled his way to skinniness. It’s a constant effort, but being broke helps – too poor to buy crap food, too poor for transport so you have to walk everywhere. He loves his food but tries to make quality choices for the majority of the time, so when he indulges he really enjoys it and doesn’t feel bad about it. A very simple philosophy but has proved very effective.
How bizarre to find weight loss inspiration right under my nose, when I’d been so panicky about him finding about my own de-larding adventures. He’s been very understanding about my own continuing journey (still haven’t told him just how much I’ve lost though), so it’s nice to have found another source of support.
Happy new year, by the way. I looked back at 2003 and felt briefly grumbly that I’d only lost about ten kilos. But there’s no sense beating yourself up over what could have been. If you’re anything like me, you’re a rather lardy person so a good beating wouldn’t hurt that much anyway! So it’s a pointless exercise, I tell you. Instead I’m choosing to focus on the positives. I’ve dropped some sizes and I am a helluva lot fitter. I also coped with moving to Scotland, where it is very easy to think it’s normal to deep fry your breakfast cereal.
That’s more than enough achievement for one year, I reckon. So let’s see what we can rustle up for 2004. Hope you’re all doing well so far! Rock on!