OK, I've never had a lot of time for this theory but now I'm living it! And even though I feel like I'm making excuses, I think I can confidently say that stress makes losing very very hard and makes gaining way too easy!
We got the news at the end of December that my dad was unwell and facing major surgery and since then I've gained 7 kilos effortlessly - yes, I know, that's more than a kilo a week! How can that be? Its not as if I'm bingeing on junk food or anything.
Despite the incentive of wanting to look great when I go back to Scotland to act as family chauffeur while he recovers, despite wanting to impress my mother with my efforts, despite the fact that Christmas is over and all, well OK most, temptation is gone. Some of it is comfort eating, some is total inertia where exercise is concerned. I have good intentions that evaporate like the dew by mid afternoon. I'm not eating anything particularly bad but it seems like everything I do eat is sticking like glue.
So I guess the first step is awareness. Knowing that stress is not helping is a good start, not beating myself up about it is also good. What's the point? That will only create more stress. I know my danger period for food is about 4pm, its too long till tea time and too long since lunch and that packet of oatcakes is looking too tempting! Yes, I admit it, I binge on oatcakes! OK I'm weird! So my plan for the next week before I go back to Scotland is to be as far away from anything tempting at 4pm as possible - probably walking the dog would be a good thing! Oh, and to do lots of swimming, because I sure as anything won't be doing a lot of that in the frozen wastes of Glasgow!
We got the news at the end of December that my dad was unwell and facing major surgery and since then I've gained 7 kilos effortlessly - yes, I know, that's more than a kilo a week! How can that be? Its not as if I'm bingeing on junk food or anything.
Despite the incentive of wanting to look great when I go back to Scotland to act as family chauffeur while he recovers, despite wanting to impress my mother with my efforts, despite the fact that Christmas is over and all, well OK most, temptation is gone. Some of it is comfort eating, some is total inertia where exercise is concerned. I have good intentions that evaporate like the dew by mid afternoon. I'm not eating anything particularly bad but it seems like everything I do eat is sticking like glue.
So I guess the first step is awareness. Knowing that stress is not helping is a good start, not beating myself up about it is also good. What's the point? That will only create more stress. I know my danger period for food is about 4pm, its too long till tea time and too long since lunch and that packet of oatcakes is looking too tempting! Yes, I admit it, I binge on oatcakes! OK I'm weird! So my plan for the next week before I go back to Scotland is to be as far away from anything tempting at 4pm as possible - probably walking the dog would be a good thing! Oh, and to do lots of swimming, because I sure as anything won't be doing a lot of that in the frozen wastes of Glasgow!