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Monday 1st May. May Day, it’s begun

Apologies if my misappropriation of a day that celebrates and promotes workers’ rights offends. Please be assured I have marched on May Day marches before. 

Now down to business, today is the day I started my healthy eating. This week I plan to cut out sugary snacks. I will have lunch and morning tea ready so I am not tempted to eat biscuits and cakes and lollies and chocolates. 

It may be difficult but I will say no to two morning tea offerings that I know I will face: scones with jam and cream, sausage rolls and pastries. I will have the healthy food to hand. 

That’s the plan: swapping unhealthy (high calorie, low or no nutrients) with healthy foods. I am not looking at portion control or actual meals yet. Let’s just stick with the swap. 

Last night I made some Greek yoghurt. I use Easiyo. It’s so easy. Lol. And yummy. I make he Greek yoghurt. I’ll use it for morning tea. With fruit. But separate. I don’t like my fruit with yoghurt or bits in my yoghurt. 

So how did I go today?

Breakfast: porridge – half a cup of quick cook oats cooked with 3/4 water. Added 1 teaspoon sugar and skim milk 

Mugs of tea with full cream milk between breakfast and morning tea: 2

Morning tea: 2 mandarins and a medium sized banana. 

Lunch: crispy Asian salad (ready chopped supermarket one with those noodles, cabbage and stuff). Bowl of my homemade minestrone. Recipe to come. Very small handful of saltanas. 

Afternoon snack: few grapes. 

Dinner: vegetarian pasta dish with cheese. 


Drinks: two schooner (ie big) glasses of tap water and one glass of sparkling water. Will have water or a cup of tea or both after after dinner. 

By gad, at 5pm I was hungry. I am so used to snacking on biscuits and chocolate and crackers and junk. Grazing continually. My stomach isn’t used to being empty. What’s that? it is saying. What’s that feeling? At it sends messages of needing to eat for hunger, not for emotions or boredom or routine or habit. 

Anyway I didn’t succumb and will wait for dinner which is almost ready. 

How did you go? Share away. 

May Day. It’s a revolution 

To start my revolution I need to plan. And do some prep. Rather than reaching for a bikkie or four when hungry, I need some healthy food that is to hand and can be eaten quickly. 

When you reach for sugar dense foods, you find yourself reaching for some more very quickly. Eat a bikkie or two and you bounce awake when the sugar hits your system. But that high drops quickly so you need more. And then more. 

My main problem is not having food prepared. I have no time to do so at work nor in the mornings. So I need forthought. 

On Saturday afternoon I bought fruit, salads and nuts. I made up a big saucepan of minestrone soup. Gosh it was delicious! Mr S thought so too. He had two bowls for lunch. The saucepan will give me lunch for three days next week, on top of the weekend lunches. (On two other days I won’t be on site so can’t take the soup. Food will be supplied.)

I also bought some raw almonds. For nibbling. 

And bought some easy to eat fruit – mandarins, bananas, plums, apples, grapes.

I have a tonne of chocolate around from Easter. I got Mr S to hide it. I know where more is but I won’t open the packets. 

Next step: bake some leb bread with olive oil and a sprinkling of Parmesan. Much less fat than crisp breads or crackers. And I can nibble this with some Persian feta. 

Preparation is the key to eating healthy and to avoiding temptation. 

May Day! May Day! Weight loss needed

Long term readers of this blog may exclaim, “Not another weight loss challenge! Another healthy eating attempt!”

Yep! I know I started this blog as a record of my weight loss and attempt to get healthy before it morphed into general blithering about travel and books and decluttering. 

Ha! What I’d give to be that weight and size again! Since then, I’ve hit menopause. 

It’s seems since losing some hormones, I can’t eat what I want. But worse than that, the weight doesn’t drop off when I change my eating for a little bit. 

The inches have been creeping on around my waist and my chest so that many of my clothes do not fit and some elasticated ones are tight. Now if stretchy clothes are uncomfortable, you know you have two choices: buy new clothes or lose weight. 

OK, I buy new clothes anyway but I am going to lose weight. 

I haven’t actually weighed myself lately. I don’t need too. I feel bloated. And I definitely look bloated. I have this belly that looks like I’m pregnant. Or have all the fluid build up you get from a tumour. 

I know I have been eating too many unhealthy things. And not enough of the good things.

So back to conscious eating for me. Which takes planning and not leaving food selectionuntil I am hungry. Because then I grab chocolate. Or whatever is handy. Normally high calorie, low nutritional food stuff. 

I have been grabbing bikkies this week at work. And lollies. And chocolate. 

My poor body! I need to treat it with some respect.

Why May Day?

Everyone knows you start a diet on a Monday. Or the first of the month. 

Well May 1st is a Monday. So it is doubly the right time to start. 

And May Day is a call for help. And a day of revolution. 

What could be more perfect! It’s in the stars!

It’s not being good and I’m not on a diet

I have hardly had any sweet biscuits in the last two months. Less than a dozen. I used to eat half a dozen or more a day.

I haven’t eaten any lollies. Some chocolate, an icecream and a bit of rocky road, but no lollies. And I used to eat red frogs, and snakes and teeth and … Who am I kidding? I used to eat lollies galore.

No sausage rolls in the last two months.

Hardly any cake either. Unless I count banana bread!

Sweet dessert on the odd occasion but not a regular addition to my day.

I haven’t eaten chips when I get home from work. No Twisties either.

There have been a couple of bad days. The day I ate 3 Ferrara Rocher in quick succession and then ate 3 chocolates from Cadbury assorted. Mindless eating at its best. And last night’s dinner was lacking in all nutrition and gave me a tummy ache. (I’m embarrassed to write. Please read this quickly: 4 slices of white bread toasted with honey.)

But I am not “on a diet”. Nor am I being good or bad.

I am trying to change my eating habits and eat more healthily for my body’s sake.

It does get easier. Cravings have lessened. I don’t “need” some salt when I get home. Or some lollies to keep me going during the day.

That I have made small changes for the long term seems hard for many to understand. “When are you going back to eating X?”, “Are you still not eating X?” Or “I thought you were on a diet,” are common comments.

I think this is the new me.

More whole foods, fewer processed, sweet and salty foods.

Blood test next year will hopefully show that the changes have had an impact on my inner health. In the meantime, my waist is happier, as is my stomach. I am no longer feeling bloated and suffering indigestion (except after last night’s dinner).

If you’re dieting, why are you eating that?

You know the rolled eyes? The one that means, “Thought you were dieting?”

I’ve also been directly asked, “Why are you eating that? I thought you were dieting?” Or, “But that’s high fat.”

See, I’m not depriving myself. I’m not changing my whole eating plan. I am not making wholesale changes.

What I am doing is making one small change – to my snacks.

(And no getting around it by saying I will have the slice of cake for lunch. Cakes and bikkies are not lunch food.)

I still have oven fries occasionally with my steak for dinner. And BBQ sauce, which is high in sugar.

I still have pasta. With grated cheese on top.

I still go out for Indian or Thai.

I still have the occasional toasted white bread with jam for breakfast.

Diets, where you have to follow a menu of foods you wouldn’t normally eat, don’t work. You cannot sustain it. No one can. You won’t eat what you don’t like or don’t normally eat. You come off “The Diet” and put the weight back on.

But a small change, a change to my snacks, a return to 1970s view of treats, has had a big impact on my diet, diet in the broader sense of what we eat daily.

There is scope to make more small changes should I feel the need or feel I am up to it. Portion size, alcohol reduction, more protein, more fish. I might look at those. But for now, I can definitely see the principles of Droptober continuing, even if more “special” foods slipped in while on No no no November.

I don’t feel deprived. If the cake is delish, and it is a special occasion, and I have not had it every day in the past week, I can treat myself.

Now, all this might fly out the window if my cholesterol continues to rise. But as my waist is shrinking and my weight is decreasing, I hope there is a commensurate decrease in my cholesterol.

And while I went nearly totally cold turkey in October Droptober, I allowed myself the occasional treat. A treat in Droptober that had some eyes rolling at work…. A gluten free mango cake. My God it is the most delicious thing you have ever tasted. It is worth whatever its calorie content. I had two small pieces. It is such a rare treat as it has to be especially ordered in with 24 hours notice; this one was because we had an international delegation visiting our workplace. I haven’t asked where I can get it from. I don’t want to be tempted to get it too frequently.

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Good but bad but good but …

With my feminist sensibilities I shouldn’t even care.

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But I can’t help it. I am contradictory. Although that places me in good company.

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So, it’s good that I’ve lost weight.

But it’s bad that I haven’t lost as much as I thought and it’s bad that it takes so much “giving up” to lose the little weight that I did.

But it’s good I’m being healthier and still losing the fat.

But it’s bad I even care. And it is bad that I care that I haven’t lost much weight.

And it’s good that, considering I went to the exercise physiologist for recurring back pain not for weight loss, that I haven’t had any pain for 5 weeks. (Only a niggling hip for a few days.)

Anyway, enough with the dilemmas.

I am 68 kilos. (But 67 on my home scales?)

Dropping half a kilo a fortnight. So bloody slow!

Still at least I am in the healthy weight range again.

But …

Opps. Enough with the dilemmas!

[Applaud now!]

My exercise physiologist says 67 kilos is doable on my current eating and exercise but any lower will either mean a much bigger change to my eating or stepping up my exercise to something I have no time or inclination to do.

Another self?

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OK, maybe thinking about your future self isn’t working?

You still want to eat those biscuits with your cup of tea. And as you’re an adult and you want the bikkies, you will eat those bikkies. Godddamit. Why not? You deserve it! Hard day at work an’ all.

(Even though you’ve had a gazillion biscuits in your life and these are nothing out of the ordinary, But, hey, that’s besides the point.)

So, think about someone important to you. Your child. Your parent. Your partner.

What would your advice or direction be to them?

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“Darling, you’ve had enough junk today. Wait for dinner. Don’t eat that. You’ll spoil dinner.”

“Muuuum. Why don’t you just stop eating that shit and then you mightn’t need to take all that medication with those side effects you complain about.” (OK, maybe it’s just in my family we use such abrupt language between mother and daughter.)

“Man. Why are you eating that? I need you healthy enough to work for at least another 10 years so we can pay off the mortgage.”

So give the same advice to yourself!!!

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