Uuugh just look at this photo, my dreams are full of fragrant French bread just now. It really is the one thing I am missing more than anything else. Just the bread, could do without the jam…….
Too much, too much, the real thing lined up in france, oh so simple and so very, very gorgeous, so tempty tempty tempting.
From the emails and comments I received yesterday it really sounds as if I am in this weighty boat with a good crew. You guys are in there with me and we are paddling like hell. So lets hang in there together. I will put a few words as a 'ps' on the bottom of my posts (or as real posts) now and then to keep you updated on my 'Downer Diet' and share some hints, tips and downright disasters, and keep you up to date with how it is all going. By the same token you can zap me your comments and tell me about your tread milling, running, walking, treat deprivation and good ideas. Then we mix it up in the pot and should hopefully come out with some good helpful stuff for all of us. After all, the more help and support we all get, the better for all of us.
My first tip really has to be those jeans. Okay so you don't have to go for pink cord Levis (that's just a me thing) but pick something (anything) from your wardrobe that just doesn't fit anymore, or if you want to lose weight and don't have any smaller clothes borrow a pair of jeans from a slimmer friend. This is what I did two years ago, I was a size 20 (USA size 16) and didn't have any smaller clothes. I borrowed a pair of jeans from Jo who is a 14. Those jeans sat on my bedroom chair for months. They were my goal. After the initial try on when I discovered how seriously small they were, I didn't try them again for 2 weeks. At that point you could definitely see that there just might be a possibility of my eventually getting into them. I am determined to get into my pink Levis on my birthday, 19th February.
So lets ignore all those ads for expensive slimming products, over-priced books and 101 celebrity dvds advocating a mere 2 hours a day of high impact aerobics and a dishy personal trainer. Instead lets be realistic, use each other as roll models and support system, pat each other on the back when we do well, and say 'so what' when we have the odd slip up and nibble (nibble, come on Karon, when did you last nibble, lets try munch) the odd biscuit or handful (packet) of crisps.
Are we together on this?