I ditched the curry plans and had cheese, crackers and pickle for dinner lol. I’m over on calories as I expected today but my carbs are still only 35g and I’ve eaten nothing crappy so I’m still pleased enough with my day. Turns out the kids do not like the crackers, but that’s fine more for me! I have them in an airtight tub so I think they should last pretty well. Time will tell.
Quick Izzy history. 9 years ago I was the lightest I’ve ever been in my adult life having followed lighterlife. (food pack diet) I spent a lot of money and it *may* have been that diet that gave me gallstones but hey… we’ll never know. Anyways I had just got down to where I wanted to be, felt great and looked my best and BAM life threw me a trauma. I won’t bore you with the detail but I suffered a horrible bereavement which threw all my best intentions out of the window. For a time it seemed my weight stabilised at the new low level, but I suspect I just wasn’t eating much. I purchased lots of clothes and enjoyed the surprise I felt every time I saw the small me in a window reflection etc.
However over the months that followed my weight gradually went up again. I was a UK size 10, then a 12, then a 14, then a 16… you guys know how it goes. I was eventually an 18 again. I had clothes in every size and a heap went in bags in the loft, hopeful as I was that one day I’d be able to wear the smallest of them again.
Fast forward to now, when I dragged it all down tonight when my son was in the bath. It was weird looking through it all, with my daughter helping. A few of the larger items may fit soon, and the smallest ones look impossibly small lol, but I remember wearing them. I’ve had a good rummage through and given some stuff to my daughter, and a pile I know I won’t wear for the charity shop.
There was a lovely purple wool coat I remember paying about £150 for and it’s still got the tags on. By the time winter arrived it didn’t fit. I’ve kept it feeling hopeful!
I know I’m nowhere near my target, and I know that LOTS could go wrong along the way, but the past month I’ve really felt different about the BSD in a way that I can’t remember feeling about any other ‘diet’
I feel in control of my food in a way I can’t really remember. Even on a day like today when I know I’ve gone over I still feel in control, it hasn’t spiralled out of control, nor will it. Not today anyway. I’m enjoying the food, enjoying the experience. It’s different to my previous attempts at making changes. I can’t quite explain it.
I feel like if I just keep going I will get where I want to be. I don’t know when, it could take a while, but I really believe I can, and I will. I know the road may not be straight and I may fall along the way, but there is nothing to stop me getting back up.
Those impossibly small clothes will become my wardrobe again.