I’ve made no secret of the fact I’ve put on weight. I’ve written about it numerous times over the last few months. My clothes are getting tighter by the day, I’m getting more annoyed with myself hourly and I’m sick of the way I’m using food as a bit of a crutch or something to alleviate boredom at the moment.
And it’s time to take control.
I like a challenge. I like challenging myself to achieve things. I’m quite a competitive person, especially with myself. I actually think that’s one of the main reasons I have managed to abstain from smoking for 5 months. I can’t let myself give in to temptation, I want to continue to be a non-smoker and enjoy the benefits that brings. I don’t want to let myself down as well as let others down who have openly expressed their pride in my non-smoker status.
While my non-smoker status has brought benefits, it’s also brought one huge disadvantage.
I’ve not weighed myself since the end of November. I lost a fair amount of weight that month , however, this can be attributed to stress as I was going through a difficult period. When I’m stressed I don’t eat. I never feel hungry, mainly because I have this knot in the pit of my stomach rendering me unable to eat.
Since December I haven’t felt stressed. That period of my life is over, I’ve dealt with it and moved on. Thus my appetite came back. IN ABUNDANCE.
If I had to hazard a guess I’d say I’ve gained around 10lbs since early December but I’m far too ashamed to step on the scales of doom. I can’t bear to see those numbers in all their glory. It’ll be the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing I see in the morning and I don’t need that negativity in my life.
I hate dieting in January. January is such a depressing month anyway, I can’t bear to deprive myself of anything. February then rolls around and I’m still feeling a bit fed up so decide to swerve the diet and exercise for another month. I’ve told you before, I’m the Queen of excuses.
Then, in mid-February I read something that instantly appealed.
OK, appeal might be the wrong word here. Let’s just say it piqued my interest.
Now, I am a chocolate fiend. It is my downfall. It used to be a treat. These days it’s a staple part of my diet. I’m not fussy when it comes to chocolate. And while I’m not the biggest fan of white chocolate, if it’s on offer I’ll eat it. In fact, if it’s got chocolate in the title, it’ll be down my neck quicker than you can say “a moment on the lips….”
I am under no illusions that my obsession with chocolate has contributed to my weight gain. That and my love of blue (full fat) milk on my cereal. And my love of thick white bread smothered in marmite and butter. I could go on, but I’m getting more embarrassed as I type. And hungry.
Christ, I’m hungry now.
So, as I said earlier, I like to set myself a challenge. And I think I’ve found one I’d like to give a try.
It’s called DECHOX.
Basically, from tomorrow (Wednesday 1st March) I am going on a month long (31 days mind, they had to pick one of the longest months didn’t they) chocolate detox.
Nothing that contains chocolate will be passing my lips FOR 31 LONG, PAINFUL DAYS.
Trepidation is not the word.
However, I need to do something dramatic. And this is it.
I’ve also decided (in my infinite wisdom) to tie this dechox in with a new exercise plan. And I have to say as I enter day 3, I’m really quite enjoying it.
I have a very petite home gym. For Christmas 2015 my other half kindly bought me a new pair of trainers and an exercise bike. You can just imagine the atmosphere in our house on Christmas day morning, can’t you?
That exercise bike has been collecting dust since September 2016.
Until Sunday just gone, I did the unthinkable. I stuck my trainers on. Placed my cellulite ridden arse on the seat and pedalled. Hard and fast.
And do you know what? I bloody well enjoyed it. So much so I got straight back on it the next day.
Along with the Dechox, I’ve challenged myself to complete 40 minutes of exercise every day. Without fail.
No “I’m coming on my period, let’s go to bed and eat”.
No “It’s cold I need food and bed”
No “Ah, I’ll do it tomorrow”
It has to be today. And it has to be 40 minutes.
They say it takes 3 days to break a habit, so I’m hoping this mantra works the other way and by day 3 it’ll be a habit and I’ll continue to enjoy it.
Until then, if you know me personally, approach with caution. I’m expecting the first couple of days of chocolate abstention to be hideous. I’m expecting it to do things to my mood, my attitude and just my general persona. But, I have to try something. And who knows, if I can do 31 days of no chocolate maybe I can do the rest of my life without the stuff
Who the fuck am I kidding?
Roll on April. I haven’t wished away a whole month like this since I was 8 months pregnant.