Mmmmm Chocolate!
Recently I’ve noticed that certain confectionary companies are calling their bags of chocolates ‘treat size’ or ‘share size’. They must be having a laugh, so who still buys a small bag with about 10 chocolates in when you could treat yourself.
After doing the shopping, cleaning the house, looking after the kids, walking the dogs, cooking meals, cleaning the house (again) don’t I deserve a treat – of course I do and this lovely chocolate company are saying I deserve it, so no guilt in buying a big bag and of course I’ll share it….with myself, ok so now feel a little sick and also a lot guilty, but at least I’ve had my daily treat.
So after many daily treats, how many of us have noticed we’ve gone up a dress size and a bulge has started to creep where flat stomachs used to be and with this we start to feel a little miserable and wonder what will make us feel better about themselves, its easy to work out, we can treat ourselves with chocolate!
So when we feel really miserable, I mean when that old ‘friend’ asks you when the babies due, do you decide enough is enough – no more treating, the excess baggage that has been renting space around the middle must be lost. What do we do, easy, diet and exercise, cut out all my treats, cut out all the carbs, all the alcohol, all the lovely food and replace it with…..lettuce and of course celery. And for the next trick 100 sit-ups that will remove the lodger around the waist. Easy, for at least two days, and suddenly the headache starts, the stomach starts hurting and we wonder what is worse, this physical pain that you’re in or the emotional pain of being fat – the emotional pain won for me for years! I either make friends with the ‘lodger’ or I turf him out by the scruff of his neck.
I’ve now won the battle, I listened to what I was telling clients, putting myself into hypnosis and increasing my motivation to exercise, I can now see through the marketing tricks, I understand that if I lay in a field of poppies with a certain chocolate bar I won’t turn into a size 8.
So now, I eat what I want….yes I can, as long as I eat it consciously, I don’t count calories but know when my bodies had enough, I’ve also found that if I leave food on the plate, no people starve to death in Africa because of it. I’ve also found that I can say ‘no’ to my mother – scary I know, so when she says ‘do you want a pudding’ something I’ve never liked anyway, I can say ‘no thankyou – it would spoil what I’ve just eaten’ she’s happy, I’m happy (well after trying to tempt me with about 20 different puddings she’s got tucked away).
My stomach isn’t flat, after two kids it’s never going to be, I’m at a size that I’m happy with and its maintainable – I’m happy with myself – wow I never thought I would say that – how good it feels.
