So, when we went off to Crete in April my weight was
hovering at about 13 stone 3 pounds. I know this because I’m quite anal about
this sort of thing and record my weight in my journal just about every morning.
I even did a graph of it last year… Anyway, that weight wasn’t ideal. It didn’t
pass the shop window test i.e. when I saw my reflection in a shop window I was
horrified and immediately attempted to pull my gut in. I expected to lose some
more weight on Crete because we’re more active there and the heat operates as
an appetite suppressant. I soon became fitter because of the gardening, extra
walking and then swimming a number of miles each week when the sea was warm
enough. My gut receded quite a bit too. However my weight climbed to 13st 6lb.
This is a case of fit fat man: I built up muscle and tightened everything up
but lost none of the original fat.
Next, because of an accumulation of small facts about our
own health and that of others around us, a tipping point being us coming back
to England so Caroline can go into hospital, we decided to give up smoking. Now
I damned well knew my weight was going to climb as a result of this but didn’t
mind too much if I could manage to kick the habit. Well I have kicked the habit
and my weight has duly climbed, but perhaps not as much as expected because I got
straight into cycling and weight training, plus a walk at the weekend, the moment
we got back here. However, it now stands at 13st 9lb and I don’t pass the shop
window test even if I prepare beforehand by sucking in my gut (and yes I’m sucking in my gut in the picture here).
Time to lose some weight.
My approach to this is probably not the best and I know that
some tut-tut about it when I talk about it. It is surely unhealthy, completely
the wrong thing to do etc etc. Bollocks. I occasionally have days off – days when
I eat nothing at all. I find it easier to do this than eat a small amount. No
no no, cry the diet experts. I think they’re talking out of their backsides. In
evolutionary terms fat goes on to get us through times when there isn’t much
food available. The simple fact is that the less you put in your gob the less
ends up around your waist. Also, I find that after the ensuing night’s sleep I
feel no hungrier in the morning than usual, which brings home to you how hunger
is just a mental thing.
The other thing I do is cut out four main carbs: potatoes,
pasta, rice and bread. What I do is go out and buy cabbage. Savoy is my
preference though red cabbage is good too. Then, instead of those carbs I have
a pile of boiled cabbage. Spaghetti Bolognese? Yup the meat sauce goes on the
pile of cabbage. Steak? Pile of cabbage where the chips normally sit. I also
eat slowly, finish hungry and wait. The hunger passes in half an hour.
Sometimes if there’s an oversupply of veg available – runner beans, courgettes
or whatever – I just double up on them instead of the cabbage. But you get the
idea.
This all starts today. Caroline is going on a shopping trip
to Westfield and will be eating out. I’ll take my eight mile bike ride to my
mother’s and, when back here, try to eat nothing at all. Maybe I’ll fail but
even then I’ll try to make that failure an apple or a raw carrot.