Right, here goes. I’m just going to say it.
I want to lose weight.
There. I’ve said it. It’s out there. There is no going back.
Here’s the deal. This is not so much an exercise in vanity (there’s a bit of that, I’m only human), but more to do with the fact that some of my “lovely lady lumps” are quite literally getting in the way of me improving my yoga practise.
This, however, is for vanity’s sake; I do not want the coroner’s report on my demise to read “Cause of death: UNPRECEDENTED – appears to have suffocated in own bosom while in Plough Pose” (refer to picture above).
I do not like “diets” and I don’t “do” deprivation or starvation. I also have practical limitations in this endeavour in that I am head grocery buyer and chef in a house with three men. Three men who are immediately suspicious of any meal (apart from breakfast and even then only on weekdays ), that does not contain meat.
I like to cook, but not two separate meals at every mealtime. I am not Oprah; I do not have a personal chef to indulge a fad-diet. I don’t want tricky recipes or ingredients you can only order on-line from overseas. This needs to be a “Woolworths supermarket-friendly” diet. I don’t want my groceries arriving in bubble-wrap from Guatemala via airmail.
This cannot be an intensive Yogic “no meat, no wheat, no dairy, no eggs” thing. I like to eat out occasionally. I don’t want to be THAT person in the restaurant who trims down their à la carte dish to porcelain and cracked pepper (on the side).
I cannot join the “Raw Food Movement”. Firstly because – BLEUCH; and secondly because I laugh out loud thinking what my husband would say if I suggested it. I like the idea of “whole foods”. I think I could manage “unprocessed”.
So, I’ve done a little bit of research and am going to give Sarah Wilson’s “I Quit Sugar” program a crack. I am not a sweet tooth anyhow so I think it might work. It ticks all of the boxes in terms of no deprivation – want chocolate after dinner? Eat cheese! It embraces whole foods – fat fills you up! I can shop at Woolworths, eat out, and cook for my family without them even noticing. My darling men, whose collective idea of heaven would be main-lining cordial through an IV drip, can inhale chocolate to their heart’s content uninterrupted. My biggest challenge is going to be sticking to one glass of wine (pfffft) – but it doesn’t cut it out completely! I’m in.
And YOU, my dear reader are here to keep me honest.
I have been reading over my past articles and marvelled at just how far I have come since my first post. I have mentioned my body previously, and through yoga it has come to be my friend. I am not obese by any stretch, nor even “overweight” – I may be pushing the upper limit of weight for height ratios – but whatever.
As I have stated before, this fabulous piece of machinery has delivered two beautiful boys and continues to surprise me in yoga classes at what it’s capable of. Since beginning yoga I have off-loaded some serious mental baggage; I think I just may be in the right headspace to spruce up the exterior a smidge. So, wish me luck and watch this space.
Until next time we meet,
Om & out.
AQA xxx
This article has been contributed by Cool, Calm & Collected’s student, writer & eternal work-in-progress, Anita Quigley Atherton.
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