Experiments

 

 

‘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. ┬áSo, 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.

Operation Day minus one

Yikes. It is nearly here. My breast operation. Bye bye massive mammaries. Hello cute little pert things. Ha! I wish. The truth is at 57 no amount of surgery is going to give me pert breasts. But. They will hopefully be smaller and for that I will be incredibly grateful. I will be able to exercise without getting a black eye! I will be able to turn over in bed at night without having to go back to fetch one of my breasts.

People keep asking me if I’m excited or scared. I am neither I don’t think. A little apprehensive maybe and I’m certainly not looking forward to the aftermath of the anaesthetic (I hate anaesthetics). I guess I’m just philosophical about it. My breasts have not reduced significantly in size despite having lost 3 stones so this is my treat to myself. I will no doubt wish I’d had them done sooner. This is what nearly everyone says.

Today we go up to Plymouth and stay overnight in a hotel near the Nuffield. I have to present myself at the hospital at 7am tomorrow and I am worried in case I sleep through an alarm. Not that I have ever slept through an alarm in my life but still, I’ve convinced myself this time I will. The hospital is 90 minutes’ drive from Falmouth so I want to make sure I’m there. And in any case staying overnight beforehand is a bit of a nice treat as we will be going to a Thai place to eat tonight. Having been on a low carb diet for what seems like forever I’m more excited about eating some noodles then I am having my breasts reduced.

I did some reading last night and apparently I’m not meant to have drunk any alcohol for the past couple of weeks. Oops. We had rather an exuberant barbecue on Sunday which involved vast quantities of gin with lemoncello. Oh. I have ordered a triangular pillow. Essential apparently. And am about to go into town to buy arnica and bio-oil.

It’s all getting a bit real. Gulp.