anradharc
Full Member
Lizz,
Your story resonates with me - I share much the same issues; fairly fit yet overweight, trying to set a role model for my kids, etc. But what I really share with you is the 'being good for three days then going a bit bananas'...This has to be the single hardest cycle I've ever tried to break and believe me I'm not yet at the point where I can say I've done it. BUT, reading through this thread has made me realise that that being good for three/four/five, however many days does not give me a licence to let go, it does not give me a licence to eat whatever I like because I plan on cycling 20 miles tomorrow...I put the food in my mouth, I overindulge- In my case usually at weekends and then I'm the one crying when I have no nice clothes, look like a moose and feel miserable when surrounded by my peers.
I only promise you one thing- the first time you resist binging and go and eat a huge bowl of fruit salad, take your baby to the park, crochet/knit a scarf instead of stuffing your face, you will go to bed with a smile on your face and a belief in your heart that you can do it. You understand discipline, being in the forces, you understand strength, I know you understand hard work. So do those things, be those things.
All that is necessary for the triumph of evil (fat) is for good men to do nothing...except sit around and whinge. Slightly modified version of Edmund Burke, but true!
Welcome aboard. (I would normally put an xx here but in the spirit of the thread consider yourself back-slapped instead)
Your story resonates with me - I share much the same issues; fairly fit yet overweight, trying to set a role model for my kids, etc. But what I really share with you is the 'being good for three days then going a bit bananas'...This has to be the single hardest cycle I've ever tried to break and believe me I'm not yet at the point where I can say I've done it. BUT, reading through this thread has made me realise that that being good for three/four/five, however many days does not give me a licence to let go, it does not give me a licence to eat whatever I like because I plan on cycling 20 miles tomorrow...I put the food in my mouth, I overindulge- In my case usually at weekends and then I'm the one crying when I have no nice clothes, look like a moose and feel miserable when surrounded by my peers.
I only promise you one thing- the first time you resist binging and go and eat a huge bowl of fruit salad, take your baby to the park, crochet/knit a scarf instead of stuffing your face, you will go to bed with a smile on your face and a belief in your heart that you can do it. You understand discipline, being in the forces, you understand strength, I know you understand hard work. So do those things, be those things.
All that is necessary for the triumph of evil (fat) is for good men to do nothing...except sit around and whinge. Slightly modified version of Edmund Burke, but true!
Welcome aboard. (I would normally put an xx here but in the spirit of the thread consider yourself back-slapped instead)