It was with great relief while watching 60 mins on Sunday night that I learnt: try as I might to shake off this soft size 14-16 outer layer – my chances of long-term success are diddlysquat. Less than 5%, in fact, and that is if I eat like an obsessive, weighing food and munching on green things, exercising religiously and not falling off the wagon say, every few days – apparently this is not the recipe for sustained weight-loss (get-out-of-town).
What I learnt last night was pretty much what I already knew from years of “dieting” (the egg-white omelettes, protein bars and tasteless food for months combined with rigorous training programs) which is: as soon as one puts down the protein shake for a regular meal and a spot of dessert then skips the gym, one eventually returns to her natural size. The size he or she was genetically coded to be. Yes my friends, it’s all in the genes. And not only is it all bloody preprogrammed, when you successfully work your arse off and deny yourself of tasty treats, your body, like a maniac fights hard to regain those lost kilos and you want to eat any refined carbohydrate that’s not bolted to the ground.
Been there before? It’s like my life-story! ALL making sense now! Which is why I gave up that roller-coaster years ago. Although I’m still seduced into that ‘goal-weight’ thinking. Especially with an event on the horizon. Less we forget, I had wanted to be the gorgeous version of my self for Logies and shed 10 kilos in 6 weeks (what drug was I on?). And admittedly not trying THAT hard, I managed to drop a teeny 3kg (possibly may have put that right back on over Easter break – chances are) but after seeing 60 mins last night, I breathed a sigh of relief. It brought home the fact we are all different. Yes, some kids can wear the size 8 frocks but does that mean they’re happier?
The important thing is to be healthy – eat a well balanced diet, don’t guzzle fizzy drinks and eat junk food, get moving. But saying no to dessert when I dine out? Denying myself something delicious when it’s on offer? I don’t think so. That’s just not my bag. Now, pass the butter.