No sugar, No booze; No cakes: No bread; No bacon: and no Joy!

We are bombarded with orders, instructions, dire warnings, exhortations; from every bloody busybody under the sun: the ludicrous comments of Dame Sally; the chief medical officer of England, Jamie Oliver and all his mouthy, self-opinionated cooking buddies, as well as all those who spout all day and every day on tv; alongside all the other twitchy clowns, all of whom know so much better than us.

The orders and the screeching exhortations? Lose weight! You are Obese! You are too fat! Don’t you understand the RISKS? And so on, and so forth; ad bloody infinitum!

Now I realised, some years ago, that I was too fat. Many of us are; but, writing just as one individual, I realised that the urge to change had to come from myself. I realised just how overweight I was by viewing a video, taken by one of my two sons, where I was seated, talking and playing with one of my grandsons. As I do not have a full-length mirror in my home, I literally did not realise, until viewing that video, how fat I had become, through years of indifference towards my own health.

So, I commenced what many millions have done, trying to get some exercise; undergoing one or other of the many diets, some crank, some not; on the market today. It is then, and only then, that you realise that that weight, which is extending your belly, straining your trousers and really making your heart work overtime, is bloody difficult to remove. I will not, mainly for delicacy reasons, speak of what I put my bodily systems through in order to achieve a weight-loss regime; but the side-effect were, to put it mildly, simply hard to overcome. I stopped one diet, commenced another, and continued until, by sheer experimentation, good luck and determination; lit upon a diet regime which works for me. I would never claim, without doubt, that it would work for many others, as I am far too level-headed to state that I have discovered the ‘Holy Grail’, a dieting regime which works safely for everyone who may try it: but I am losing weight, slowly, steadily, and without any of the side-effects which mar many of the more widely known dieting regimes.

I have so far lost, through dieting and a small amount of exercise, which hopefully will increase; a solid chunk of the fat which has built up over the years. when I tell you that I can now comfortably wear trousers which I discarded some fifteen years ago; that might give some indication of the success ratio which I am enjoying. But that weight loss has not come about by itself; you have to be committed, you have to be wary of eating the wrong foods, you must not be overcome by the sheer boredom of a limited diet. To that end I break my imposed diet every fortnight, mainly because my three grandsons visit on a Sunday, and I make and partake of a substantial lunch; but partly because I refuse to leave behind  all the guilty pleasures of eating what I like, when I like, behind; but fortunately my body only takes two/three days to change back to the weight-loss regime; so I can, literally, have my cake, and eat it!  

 

Magic! Bored No More!

7 comments for “No sugar, No booze; No cakes: No bread; No bacon: and no Joy!

  1. Stonyground
    March 1, 2016 at 12:32 pm

    My preferred method was, while not eating any really crappy food more or less eating what I like, combined with taking a lot of exercise. I now do several triathlons a year and absolutely recommend them for being fit. Even if you only do the sprint distance*, you have to get to the swimming pool, get out on your bike and go out running on a regular basis to get into shape for it. Because the sprint distance is an entry level tri, there are always plenty of other competitors who are even more hopeless than you are and don’t take the whole thing too seriously. They are great fun and confer a small level of bragging rights over less active folk.

    *Normally a sixteen length swim + 12 mile bike ride + 3 mile run.

    • Penseivat
      March 1, 2016 at 1:34 pm

      Stony,
      You may have ran alongside, or passed, my old Army pal “Mexican” Pete (so called because of his bandido moustache) who took up triathlons when he left the Services. The waiting period for his hip replacement is about 8 months as he has to wait for his knee replacement to settle in. I prefer low impact exercise – walking a 4 mile route at a military pace 3 or 4 times a week does me.

  2. Mudplugger
    March 1, 2016 at 2:07 pm

    As my old dad used to say, “If you don’t drink, don’t smoke and don’t mess with mucky women, you won’t live any longer, but it will just feel like it.”
    Same goes for extreme dieting and masochistic exercise – remember the 55-year-old ‘fit’ bloke who died doing the Malta Marathon this week: that won’t be me.
    I aim to die, aged 94, caught in flagrante, post-coital cigarette in hand, shot by a jealous husband or grandfather. Way to go….

  3. Bemused
    March 1, 2016 at 5:14 pm

    Get a dog and a decent sized garden or allotment.
    2 hour walk every morning, afternoon in the garden, 1 hour walk in the evening. Eat what you like.

  4. Scrobs...
    March 1, 2016 at 5:37 pm

    Counting drinks also helps…

    It’s a discipline which works twice, in saving dosh, and also knowing that a few calories have been avoided!

    It’s all a bit prissy, but I managed to lose a stone and a half just doing this, smug git that I may be, and anyway, it all went back on a year later!

  5. Stonyground
    March 1, 2016 at 6:55 pm

    “remember the 55-year-old ‘fit’ bloke who died doing the Malta Marathon this week: that won’t be me.”

    As the shorter distances get to be too easy and I work my way up to longer and longer ones, this thought is always at the back of my mind. I’m fifty seven and I accept that it is a possibility that, one day, I will drop dead half way through an event. It would seem that the super fit and the eat, drink and smoke folk are at the opposite ends of the lifestyle scale but have one thing in common. We don’t want to end our days propped up in a chair dribbling.

  6. Lynne at Counting Cats
    March 2, 2016 at 4:27 pm

    Glycemic Index. You can eat what you like as long as you are sensible about it. It’s how and when you eat it that counts.

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