The diet - the truth

Good to be back in the world of daily blogging..
Forgive me for my absence last week, but I needed the time off to recover from the insanity of the last week of June. I was a rapidly dwindling ball of anxious obsessive dieting. My whole existence became encompassed in a determination to reach my target of three stones lost before the big weigh-in on July 1st. I wasn't eating, I was exercising until I collapsed, then I would wake up and go to work, where I wouldn't eat anything except toast.
Nightmare.
You try doing press-ups when you weigh 16 stone and haven't eaten for two days, then maybe we can talk.

I realised this week that I've never actually told you what my weight was to start with. Shame and embarrassment prevented me from revealing the truth I feel, but now it doesn't seem so important. At the final weigh-in last Wednesday, I topped the scales at 16 stone and 7 pounds - a drop of 3 stones 1 pound. The ideal weight for my height and build is 13 stone 6 apparently, so I'm still a bit over, but at least I can work without vomiting now, and people don't shit themselves with panic when I struggle onto a bus and the only spare seat is beside them.

After a week of indulgence I'm back eating sensibly, and hoping to shed another stone by Christmas. But this time I'm doing it gradually and manageably, not psychotically and dangerously. Don't eat crap, drink lots of water, cycle three times a week and walk every day, even if it's just to the bus stop. These are Rory's Golden Rules For A Smaller Arse, And A Healthier Heart. Feel free to steal them for yourselves...

RC 11-7-09