I've faced some stark choices in life including moving away from friends and family for work and to start a family when I was still growing up myself (at 24 I may add). Yet the hardest choice of all has been the choice to become healthy. As mentioned previously my stated reasons are for my health and my kids, yet as heroic as I try to make this deep down I'm doing it for myself.
A week in and the signs are good, I've lost 10lb and there is a noticeable difference in my appearance that has drawn comments. The willpower required for this has been surprisingly low and the decisions I've being making have for the most part being simple ones - cut out the bread, eat something called fruit (which is quite tasty) and start to drink water without coffee & milk. I've even managed to do without loads of chocolate although I will admit to nearly robbing the kid on the bus the other day when he cracked open a box of heroes. I did get a few looks from the regulars on the train home when I reached into my bag and pulled out an apple (without toffee) as for the most part they are used to seeing me with some crisps on the way home. One even gave me one of those 'Good for you smiles'. The Bitch.
All this makes me feel great yet at the same time I know that the first weeks are the easiest and that sooner or later the fat side of my brain will be screaming for attention. Before I would easily fall (well slump) off the diet path and feed that craving with whatever came to hand; unless it slipped out due to the grease that is. 3 weeks is the best I've managed before and with Xmas around the corner I'm already starting to think ahead to how I'm going to get through the holiday season without piling the weight back on, and at the moment some form of food poisoning is the front runner. I wonder if aversion therapy will help? Maybe they do boxes of chocolates that play's Mr Blobby every time it get's opened...........
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