Monday, January 07, 2013

Eating the Elephant

It's that time of year when we clear the decks, resolve to do better and get on the self-improvement kick. Or not.

I stopped making New Year resolutions a long time ago. About the time when I realised that they didn't last beyond Twelfth Night.

This year, though -  just after New Year, when I'd scarfed down the last of the chocs, I knew there was one thing I had to do.  Lose some weight. Really. My knees were begging me.

There should be a warning written on every publishing contract. Sign this and, unless you are an exercise bunny with a will of iron when it comes to biscuits, this contract will add 20lb to your weight before you know what happened.

In the new house I have to walk up two flights of stairs to the office and about half way up the second flight last week, my knees said "enough". Loudly. Actually, just lately they've been complaining when I put my feet to the floor in the morning and pain is the one thing that will make me pass on cake.

Since I have absolutely no faith that the scales will have survived the move with any degree of accuracy, I decided not to worry about poundage. I'd let my chatty knees do the counting. They'll keep me in line. The jacket that won't quite button around the middle and the black velvet trousers I've never worn will tell me when I'm making progress.

I'm not doing anything fancy. I've cut out bread, upped the level of protein to carbs (I'm eating a lot of fish) and while I couldn't say I leapt out of bed this morning after just three days the knees took the move without complaint. The stairs are already easier and I've switched from Radio 4 (talk radio) to Radio 2 (pop music radio) and I'm jogging around the kitchen while I work to those oldies that were the soundtrack of my youth.

I've lost maybe two pounds (the first few days it always falls off) but the difference is already noticeable to me if no one else.

Exercise is the next step. I keep threatening to dig out the swimsuit and get to the pool. It's attached to the high school so they get first dibs on times and I have to figure out when I can fit it in.

I've made a start. That's the main thing. It feels a bit daunting at the moment, but losing weight is like writing a book. You know how it goes. How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.

Happy New Year!



7 comments:

  1. Congratulations on taking that first bite! That's the one that is usually the hardest to take. I just saw a You Tube video where a woman said she was going to make a resolution to not make resolutions so she can feel a sense of accomplishment. I like her thinking! I started a weight loss program a few weeks ago and as of last Tuesday, I lost 5#. Weight in is today...wish me luck for another 2+ lbs gone!

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  2. Wishing you the best with your weight loss
    project! It's one step at a time, or in this
    case, one bite at a time!

    Pat C.

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  3. I am trying to lose some weight also. My birthday is in July and I am determined to at least lose some weight by then. My husband and I have been trying to take a daily walk. He threatened the cats that we were going to get a dog so we would have to go for a walk.

    Happy New Year! I hope we are all leaner by the start of next year.

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  4. Thanks, Pat. The diet faces it's first challenge tomorrow when the first born comes home for a long awaited visit. :)

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  5. It does help to have a goal, Kaelee. I lost a ton of weight before my daughter's wedding. The trick is not letting the corsets out once the day is done. :(

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  6. I never go by the scales. In fact I threw mine out. The best way to know is by your clothing.

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