lose weight

I’ve always been a thick-head when it comes to breakfast. Almost every do-gooder tells me breakfast is really important. I have never paid attention to this.

This past week, I have tried harder. I’ve had a decent bowl of mini-Weetabix and a strawberry and orange smoothie every day for a week. It means getting up 15 minutes earlier (which means 6am for me), but it’s worth it.

I have depression and I get so tired quickly. But I have seriously felt the difference from my early morning fibre and fruit boost. I have more natural energy and find myself doing things I would have been too exhausted to do before.

There’s no getting around it. You have to have a good breakfast. The do-gooders are right!

Like most people, I eat because I have low self esteem – or simply because I am bored.

I enjoy writing. I feel stronger when I write; it replaces my thin skin with steel mesh. Whether I’m blogging on sites like 43 Things or working to a deadline, writing is the only time in my life when I can stand tall and ‘be’ someone.

So now, I carry a notebook with me. When I get bored, I journal instead of eat. If I have a ten minute train journey, I avoid the platform’s WH Smith and its expensive chocolate, and write instead. If I fancy crisps at lunch, the notebook comes out.

I have lost nearly half a stone in a week without even noticing. And I have a journal of my hopes and fears, which I can read when I am down so I feel encouraged.

...my doctor would tell you I am morbidly obese. What are you doing talking to my doctor? Get away from my doctor.

Anyhoo, I perfectly accept that I am fat because I eat too much and don’t take enough exercise. This is logic, pure and simple.

What is not simple is the fact that I find it so difficult to break habits. I know how I want to live (to be active, to live life to the full) but I feel stagnant and worthless most of the time.

It’s crazy because I am surrounded by friends that I love and who love me.

This old dog (mid-30s, okay not that old) needs some new tricks.