Why is it that no matter how much I enjoy my healthy dinner in the evening, I almost always find myself really hungry about an hour after I've devoured it? Obviously the educated answer would be 'well LMP, this is probably caused by your past over eating, you chubby idiot!', to which I would nod.
Earlier today I got thinking about evening eating etiquette (EEE). What are the rules? Who makes the rules? And, if you abide by the rules, does it work?
I've read that some experts in weight loss say you shouldn't eat after 7.00pm, surely this isn't right? How can any busy, professional person who is trying to beat the bulge possibly ensure that they eat before the watershed every day? Don't get me wrong I'm not saying I have a particularly packed schedule, but if I finish work at 6.00pm every day, and I am doing evening exercise classes (which I have been told you shouldn't really eat before hand as you would be prone to stitches and uncomfort) how am I supposed travel to a class, attend, travel home and eat all BEFORE 7.00pm? As much as I would love to be, I am not Wonder Woman!
On the other hand, I have also read that eating after 7.00pm is encouraged! They say that 'One calorie keeps the same characteristics all day long. Your body doesn’t know that it is late or early in the morning'. This is a pretty good point in my book, I mean how intelligent can calories be? If they were that bright they would not have settled in the wrong spots in the first place.. this aside, even though this opinion makes sense there is still a niggling in the back of my mind. Thinking about it, if you do eat later, the food will be digested in just the same way as it would in the day time.
In my opinion when it comes to EEE, I will try and stick to eating before 8.00pm, I know it's not going to be possible EVERY day, but I can certainly try and stick with it, it can't hurt, can it? So long as I keep it healthy and drink plenty of fluids, and I give it some time to digest, I should start to lose some weight!
Although.. these night time pangs are torture, any advice?
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Step one. Acceptance.
Here I am. Blogging. Something I find a bit strange. But it's okay because I am doing this for me, and not for anyone else. I have decided that I need to do something about the awful extra tyre I now have around my waist, and to also document it. I have been told by a friend (who also is trying to lose weight) that a diary can help you get through this process by writing it down.
My weight issue began when I started secondary school, I had always been a bit chubby when I was in Primary school, but I guess at that age you don't really think about it. As soon as I started Senior Education I knew I was different. It's funny how people treat you different because of the size you are. As I approached my second year, the nickname 'little miss piggy' was then given to me by some horrible boys who enjoyed tormenting me. Alas, it stuck and before I knew it, everyone knew me by this name. Looking back, I think it could have been worse, the name calling wasn't too often, and most of the time I shrugged it off.
I am now 22 years old and over the years have managed to put on a fair amount of weight. This I am not happy about. When I left school I got a job which involved a lot of walking everyday and I was around a size 12 at my thinnest. I absolutely LOVED being this size, it gave me a new lease of life, I felt like a different person. I left this job after two years to pursue a different career. The dreaded office job. Since I have taken up sitting behind a desk professionally, I have managed to balloon to a size 18/20. I cannot believe I have let myself go so much so much that I cannot fit into some of my beloved Topshop/Warehouse/Miss Selfridge clothing. The fact that I have boxes of clothes I cannot wear due to my disappointing waist line is so upsetting. I absolutely love to shop, and have a sharp eye for style. Don't get me wrong, I look after myself. Just because I am a bigger girl doesn't mean I don't try and make myself look presentable, I think I push the boat out most of the time to be fair. To be brutally honest, I have let myself and my body down. Let's sort this out. Yes.
My weight issue began when I started secondary school, I had always been a bit chubby when I was in Primary school, but I guess at that age you don't really think about it. As soon as I started Senior Education I knew I was different. It's funny how people treat you different because of the size you are. As I approached my second year, the nickname 'little miss piggy' was then given to me by some horrible boys who enjoyed tormenting me. Alas, it stuck and before I knew it, everyone knew me by this name. Looking back, I think it could have been worse, the name calling wasn't too often, and most of the time I shrugged it off.
I am now 22 years old and over the years have managed to put on a fair amount of weight. This I am not happy about. When I left school I got a job which involved a lot of walking everyday and I was around a size 12 at my thinnest. I absolutely LOVED being this size, it gave me a new lease of life, I felt like a different person. I left this job after two years to pursue a different career. The dreaded office job. Since I have taken up sitting behind a desk professionally, I have managed to balloon to a size 18/20. I cannot believe I have let myself go so much so much that I cannot fit into some of my beloved Topshop/Warehouse/Miss Selfridge clothing. The fact that I have boxes of clothes I cannot wear due to my disappointing waist line is so upsetting. I absolutely love to shop, and have a sharp eye for style. Don't get me wrong, I look after myself. Just because I am a bigger girl doesn't mean I don't try and make myself look presentable, I think I push the boat out most of the time to be fair. To be brutally honest, I have let myself and my body down. Let's sort this out. Yes.
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