I have spent decades trying to find the perfect diet, the one that keeps me slim, keeps me full, lets me eat what I like, have no willpower etc. Do you know what? It doesn’t exist. I have read hundreds of books on the subject, hoping to find one with this miracle diet so that I could get on with the rest of my life, and ignored sensible advice that would mean I might have to monitor what I ate, think about it (at least for a while) and accept the reality of what worked for me. It’s not fair: some people can eat anything and everything and not put on weight, some people haven’t wasted a large part of their lives on this fool’s errand, chasing some non-existent holy grail. Well that has stopped.
Who says I can eat all the food I think I want to eat every day and not gain weight? My partner was complaining yesterday that a single bar of chocolate contained the amount of sugar you should eat in a day but who said you need or have to have chocolate every day? I love champagne but I don’t drink it every night and when I do have some I really savour and enjoy it. Isn’t that the way forward? I might eat the foods that I really enjoy but I don’t have to eat them every day? Then I know I can have them so they’re not banned, “bad” foods with a naughty label but just something I save for a treat, a special occasion, like the champagne chilling nicely in my fridge. I can see it, know I can have it but I am not tempted to open it every time I open the fridge.
As I have said many, many things before the idea is the get a plan that works for me and after my setback over the past few weeks I feel like I really have got my head around that. I ate out last night but didn’t eat the bread or rice as I knew that the meal I had would satisfy me and despite that (and having a few drinks) I didn’t need a snack later, well I did eat an orange but that’s the sort of binge eating I can live with!
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