‘Tis the end of summer. I have put on 3 kilos, or half a stone, but I’ve enjoyed every mouthful. It has been a summer of barbecues, steam fairs, festivals, camping fry ups (see photo) cider, bread and more bread. It has not been a summer conducive to becoming a lean, mean, fighting machine. So in an attempt to mitigate the worst effects of having a bloody lovely summer I’ve been experimenting. Having lost 20 kilos the very, very last thing I want to do is to have to do it all over again. That would be horrible.
I have tried various mitigation attempts. This has ranged from eating two meals a day, to doing the 5:2 diet, to only eating one blow out meal a day. And I can report back. They’ve all worked after a fashion, in that if I hadn’t tried them I would have put on far more than half a stone, but what’s been interesting is what I can live with, or not live with.
The 5:2 diet – I followed this properly a few years ago, with some success, but I couldn’t keep it up. Essentially I was miserable for 2 days a week. In fact I was miserable for 4 days a week as I would also be miserable the day before a 500 calorie day, in anticipation. So it just wasn’t sustainable long term.
One blow out meal a day: yes it was lovely to have whatever I wanted. Puddings, wine, sourdough bread – bring it on! And weight wise it worked. I didn’t gain but annoyingly I also didn’t really lose much. And I missed my lunch. I felt hard done by, angry.
Two (fairly sensible) meals a day: this was much better. I could still have my humungous salad at lunchtime and a normal(ish) tea, in that I allowed myself a few carbs such as pasta, rice or potatoes. But I didn’t overdo it. This definitely worked, in that I didn’t feel massively deprived and had I not had too many meals off plan when eating away from home I probably would’ve lost weight.
I have done very little exercise the past 3 months, due largely to my breast operation, but also because of laziness if I’m honest. It’s been too hot to do fast walks and I wasn’t allowed to lift weights so that just left swimming. Now I have absolutely no excuse when it comes to swimming. I am enormously fortunate to live only a 2 minute walk from a lovely beach. We have had the best summer on record. So I’ve been every day, right? Wrong. For some reason I’ve only swum a handful of times. I blame busyness (with work) and partly laziness.
But now! Stand aside! I’ve reacquainted my body with an exercise class. I recorded my highest weight for many months on Monday, which has both depressed and galvanised me. I’ve never been able to get below 75kg for anything other than a couple of days so I would love to get to a new low. So, after a 3 month hiatus I did a bars, bells and balls class on Tuesday. I was nervous, god knows why, but it was great to be back.
I have also started walking again now the weather has cooled down. Walked 8 miles yesterday. Four of them unintentional. (Got lost).
I need to do this. My daughter is getting married next year and I need to look bloody gorgeous.