Week one... DONE.

It is not my intention to turn this blog into one of those annoying diet diaries. But I need a place where I can pen this all down and as I am writer, and a large part of that being a corporate writer, I tend to write a lot for other people and not for myself. So coming here is forcing me to remind myself of this journey. Righty ho. Week one. Done and dusted. Hard as hell... There have been a couple of days I have wanted to (in the words of my diet consultant) "Eat the ass off of a low flying duck". The absolute worst is the cooking for my family. Bacon. Crispy fried bacon, steak, mushrooms in cream, greek style chicken... Who would have thought that packing away the biltong and seeing the nice fatty chunks, calling me, would be such a challenge. That merely sitting at the dinner table watching my kids and hubby tuck into what I have made would ... just about... send me over the edge. Lets not talk about packing leftovers into containers and not putting it straight into my mouth! But I am getting stronger and there is an incredible sense of achievement at the end of each night when you go to bed and realise you actually haven't cheated, not even by licking your fingers after packing Ghost Pops into a small packet for your daughter's traveller cooler box. The results? I have lost 3.5kgs and 20cm. Its rapid for a week but remember that first week is your detox week. That week where all the rubbish and water retention start to let go. Personally if I could keep it at this pace I would be a happy camper. Nothing more soul destroying than losing 500g a week when you are on a diet! So its all systems go. Go and GO. I may report in throughout the week with other snippets and to share the angst of packing a school lunchbox... When did we surround ourselves by so much fooD?!?!?!?!? Otherwise it will only be after the next weigh in. And happy International Coffee Day... Thank GOD they never took coffee away from me ;-)

Its only day 3

I said it was going to be a long road and boy was I right. I know I am still being vague about all of this, but to be honest I have seen so many failures when it comes to my battle against the bulge that I would hate to prove that self doubting part of my mind that it was right so I am going to give it a chance to start working before I start waving banners. That said - why this post? Well to say by golly its DAY THREE and I survive. YAY. So its a bit of a self congratulatory diary post that I can smile about once I am done. And I will be done and I will succeed and by God some of you will be celebrating with me over a whisky ;-) #OverAndOut

Its going to be a long road

Those of you who know me will know I have always struggled with my weight. I haven't been a yo-yo weight person, instead a gradual climber, where the weight leeches onto me and slowly (but surely) engulfs me. I have lost almost half of me once and now, after having my second child and stopping smoking resulted in me gaining just about every ounce I ever lost, I have to start all over again. Don't kid yourself it is soul destroying. Devastatingly so. Not only do I not fit into any of my clothes but I weep quietly to myself when I see pics of this person who is clearly not me - not to mention mirrors. I avoid mirrors, like fallout friends, I avert my gaze when there is a mirror just about anywhere near me. Its the nonchalant - pretend they aren't here gaze... Which is just as damaging as it gives you a false sense of what you think you look like - as opposed to what you now actually look like. I am not one of those comfortable fat people. I am not the embrace who you are and be happy with what you have person. Nope - I don't drink that koolaid. I do not like myself like this and no matter how many people tell me: "But you aren't THAT fat"... I want to dropkick them. Ask my horse George - I don't think he likes the heffalump on him. So today is the very start of another journey. And boy have I been on a few. But let me tell you when I decide to own a journey I will own it and it will be epic. Meal 1 of at least a 6 months journey ahead of me and I am feeling excited and nervous and highly motivated. I also tend to fail if I do it alone. I need someone to hold my hand and tell me its going to be alright. So I have a new someone now and I am not going to tell you just yet who she is. But in time I will. So this blog isn't for the masses its for me. I am not going to put it our there. I am going to merely, like a canoe on a river with a slow current, glide it onto the water and watch it be my guide for my journey. I hope to provide updates - use this as my own opinion poll and ultimately give myself motivation. This one is for me! So wish me luck.