Typical of me, about to write about healthy eating, whilst watching Hairy Bikers and waiting for British Bake-off to start….
I ADORE food, you couldn’t get to my size without loving food. I need to learn that you can still love food, but you just don’t have to eat as much.
I’ve got to start at portion control. This was apparent on Sunday. I joined the “Big Girls” for the last part of their run (they were doing 10 miles, and I met them for about the last two miles). I have to say I only joined the run when I heard that Liz Jones was offering breakfast, I thought it would be rude not to!
OMG Liz (and Chris) know how to put on a breakfast – what a spread: mini pain au chocolat (is it pains au chocolat? My French is shocking), croissants, toast, fruit compotes (sp – damn you French *shakes fists*), bacon for the meat eaters and beans – also cereal was offered too.
I was eating with a fair few people I have never eaten with before. I observed that people weren’t really going for it (hands like pistons!), they would take a slice, have one pain au chocolat and possibly at a push have a spoon or three of beans – POUR QUOI??
This was a banquet, a feast worthy of the gods yet there was loads of food left. I muttered this to Liz and we came to the conclusion that is wasn’t them who was weird, it was us!?! It turns out that my portion control is just out of kilter with normal people. I need to get back to that Paul McKenna thing of chewing, savouring every mouthful, actually eating, rather than stuffing my face and not really tasting what I’m consuming.
I’m particularly musing of food tonight as for the first time in a few months I got on the scales. As I suspected, I’ve put on every single pound I lost a few years back, EVERY, SINGLE, POUND. Five and a half stone – that’s 77 pounds (I think).
I know I’m back looking forward to exercising, but I’ve avoided the food issue for long. I know these have to go hand in hand. I have exercised much more control today than usual – I didn’t have a biscuit at work, even said no to a cheeky bag of Haribo Star Mix, threw away the extra pasta I’d cooked. A few things I should have done: forgot to ask for a skinny latte; probably should have had less pasta, and less cheese on my pasta; should have said no to croutons with my soup, and only had half of the bread – if any; oh and not had that bag of hula hoops…
Must try harder mademoiselle – or should that be madame!
PS exercise-wise, I managed to go to a zumba class last week and this, knocked nearly 2 mins off my previous parkrun time, gone on a mountainous run with Hyde Park Harriers around the scarier parts of Woodhouse – so still am maintaining my exercise mojo. Didn’t Rick’s World of Pain it tonight, as was feeling headachy, sick and woozy all day, as a consequence I am spinning tomorrow as well as doing about a 20 minute interval session on the treadmill 🙂