I knew I wasn’t keeping fit and probably had too many meals out over the past six months, but surely it wasn’t all that bad? Ha! Think again! As I sat in my Doctor’s Office, the inevitable words spilled from his mouth. Borderline diabetic, high cholesterol and coupled with my already existing high blood pressure, I was effectively a walking disaster waiting to happen.
How had this happened?
Well I knew “How” it had happened, I had let myself go, stopped looking after myself and just got on with life without really a second glance at what I was eating or drinking. I mean, a few nibbles in the evening after dinner wasn’t that bad. I hardly had any desserts, except the occasional chocolate. I don’t drink excessively, only one glass a night whilst making dinner. What was wrong with one glass of wine a night? I knew that over the past few months, with holidays, Christmas and family visiting, that I had definitely over-indulged more than I usually do, but then who doesn’t?
Food …. well that was a whole other story. I was doing well for a while, I had started Intermittent Fasting and managed to lose about 3kg. I was pleased with myself, I could do it and it wasn’t hard. The timings were easy to follow, I would finish my last meal by 7.30pm each night and the “fast” until the following day at 11.30am. I would then have a light lunch and eat normally with dinner and stop again at 7.30pm. I could do this, I saw results quite quickly and liked that. Sometimes the inevitable day or night would come up when things didn’t go to plan, and sometimes, I would keep myself so busy that I would forget to eat for a couple of hours later. It was all good I told myself. I was actually thinking that the hunger I felt was basically my body eating my fat cells! I could live with them eating, as long as I didn’t!
