There is one thing I can say I am quite honestly completely rubbish at. Dieting. Believe me, when people say it all changes when you get over 40 it is true. Every bit of it.
I was always one of those annoying people who could eat and drink anything and stay thin. I have never been over weight, I didn’t have to exercise although I did enjoy sporty stuff, bit of running, hill walking etc but none of that gym bunny carry on. I’ve joined two gyms in my life time and probably used each of them twice.
Then I turned 40. Now in my defence I am 47 this year and did have a baby at 42. But I am now, in poundage, the same weight I was at nine months pregnant. It’s not good.
What is equally annoying is that I don’t look ‘fat’, but I don’t feel the same about myself at all. Those big jeans are now the ones I am most comfortable in and my loose stuff is now the clothing I would rather wear. I feel self-conscious and need to put away the Mini Eggs.
Now, I don’t eat loads, but I do like all the things that are not really on the good end of the scale. I love cheese, coleslaw, meat, roast potatoes and sadly I do not really have a penchant for anything that healthy. All this was fine when I was 26, but not when you are staring 47 in the face.
So looking at the diets, I have been researching some, and I like (I use the word ‘like’ loosely) the idea of cutting out sugar and carbs like bread, pasta and potatoes. I think I might die to be fair. I am from Ireland, to not eat potatoes in some form at least once a day is blasphemy. I didn’t even think it could be done. But all the other low fat type diets just take away my will to live. I really am not sure about those group type things too like Slimming World. At least with this I can eat steak and bacon, I just have to think of ways to make it through the week without peeling a potato.
I am still trying to keep up my running however, after a run all you want to do is eat your own body weight in toast. Or chips. This is not going to be easy.
But I have a lovely sunny holiday in Gran Canaria in the summer and one requires to be a few pounds lighter or at least a dress size down.
Last night Pete’s face was a picture when I produced dinner of pan fried chicken with green beans, sprouts and bacon. To be fair to him he ate the lot. More likely to do with the fact it was 9pm and he was starving rather than my culinary expertise. And there was not a potato in sight!
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