Monday 5 January 2009

Farewell to fromage

Cheese. Farewell my friend.

The regime has begun.

Just to clarify, I'm talking about diet and exercise. Not Nazis. Yes, I am firmly back on the health wagon. Rice cakes? Check. Green tea? Check. Sudden cravings for fattening food that I don't even normally like? Double check.

This is going to be the year I finally lose the weight I've wanted to lose since I was old enough to care about such things. So, since I was about 14 then. I have been a yo-yo dieter for years and years and years. So it stops. Now. I like to think of it more as a change of lifestyle than a diet. Because diets really don't work. They make you resentful and then, once you've lost a few pounds, you give up, eat a krispy kreme and *bang* your thighs are back to where they were to begin with. So this is going to be a complete lifestyle makeover.

God, I sound like a nob.

Goals are thus:
  • Go to the gym 3x a week (ideally 4 but who am I kidding?)
  • Eat healthily. More fish, vegetables and fruit. Less butter, cheese (oh cheddar, I miss thee already), crisps and bread. I'm actually salivating just because I typed that last sentence. I sicken myself.
  • Drink less booze. Because it does nothing for the waistline, self esteem or sanity.
  • Read more books and less trashy magazines. I want to exercise my mind too. Exercise my mind? Somebody please punch me for writing that.
  • Walk more. Sit less.

All I need is willpower and encouragement and a life of svelte wonderment can be mine. Oh yes.