Sunday, 3 February 2013

5:2 diet

Having seen this latest diet 'programme' pop up over fb and the blogosphere quite regularly over the last few weeks, I thought I'd give it a try.

Instead of eating as I normally would, I am choosing, instead to eat 5 portions instead of my regular 2 except on the days when I reverse this to eat 2 portions instead of the 5.  I think this is helping to regulate my metabolism and giving my body the time and space it needs to process the fuel I am taking in.

Oh no, silly me, what I should really be doing is STARVING myself two days a week  but it's OK because I get to choose which days I starve.

What twaddle...

There have been moments during my adult life when I have either been told directly that I was fat or been given that slightly pitying 'oh dear, you're a bit flabby aren't you', glance or, indeed, heard the classic 'you have such a pretty face'.  I was, I might add no larger than a size 12 until I was 30.

I'm 45 so shouldn't really have a blog called projectforty - I'm way beyond that.  I'm bigger than I would like to be but there's far too much other stuff to be getting on with than obsessing about the shape of my bingo wings or counting how many Maltesers I can have.  What I need to do is be healthy and fit.  It doesn't really matter that much if I look like a twig or not, no-one is that interested, least of all me.  What matters for me now is making sure that I can do the things I want to do for as long as I want to do them - I don't want to outrun an 18 year old.   I certainly don't want to look like one.  All that messing about with lashes, fake tan and nails - dear me.  How do they have time to go out and have a good time?

The basic fact of the matter is - the more food we eat and the less we move about, the fatter and flabbier we get.  The less food and the more we move about, the thinner we get.

No amount of fiddling the figures and eating here and there on a Monday or a Friday is going to make the slightest bit of difference apart from making us think about and crave the food we have been told we can't have.  Just daft.

So, here's the plan - fewer hobnobs, a bit less caffeine, back on the running programme and maybe a few more salads.