I love being a bit thinner. I’ve been laying off carbs for the past few months. The motivator was going on holiday to Spain with a bunch of my mates for a wedding; I was going to be sharing a villa with (among others) not one but two ex-boyfriends, plus three of the women in the villa are 10 years or more younger than I am. Not that anyone would point and laugh, they’re an excellent bunch of people, and the two exes are both really good friends, but still, it was time to shift the stone or so that had crept on over the past year or so.
Lizzy – the partner of one of the exes who was going to be in the villa, and who is a little bit older than I am – and I decided to share food diaries, and that’s been an excellent tool for me. Writing down what you eat focuses you on where you’re going wrong and what you’re doing right.
Anyway, I’m now a shade under eight and a half stone (that’s about 53kg or 118lbs), and I’m about a UK size 8 (US size 4); sometimes a 6 on the bottom, sometimes a 10 on top.
I hope it will stay off. I have pretty much reconfigured how I eat – and probably more importantly, how I shop and organise my meals. I make a point of planning my evening meals and shopping accordingly. That means that I don’t come home tired and hungry and end up diving into M&S and buying pasta or simply eating toast. If I know I’m going to be late from work, I make something the evening before that will feed me again the next day, precisely to avoid the tired-and-hungry syndrome. My repertoire isn’t hugely wide but it’s varied enough.
For me, the rules are simple. No stodge (or very rarely, anyway). That means no bread, no pasta, no rice, no biscuits, no puddings. Lots of meat, some eggs, a fair bit of dairy, veg, salad and loads of fruit. I’m big on apples at the moment, particularly crunchy jazz or pink lady apples. It helps that I don’t drink. The aim is simply to keep my sugar intake pretty low, and to make sure that my sugar comes from fruit, not fattening stuff like cakes. I also don’t really eat processed meals.
I haven’t turned into some kind of health nut – I’m perfectly happy to go out for a curry occasionally; and the reason I don’t drink is not through any kind of puritanism. I suffer from migraine and alcohol pretty much inevitably these days sets one off. It’s not worth it for me.
I’m still a sloth. You will not find me in the gym, nor am I likely to be yomping o’er hill and dale. I’m quite capable of staying out all night dancing. But I am a lot more careful about what I eat. And it feels good.