When Flyfour and I were engaged we decided that we needed to lose weight. We decided that what we really needed to do was to diet together because that way we would have the support that we needed in the form of each other and at this point we were always eating together anyway. Somehow we ended up deciding the diet we wanted to follow was the "Six Ways to Lose a Stone in Six Weeks", we brought the book and Judith Wills (the author) became our guru.
There are six sets of questions at the start of the book, that help you work out what diet would be best for you to follow. The six diets are;
The Detox and Energise Plan
The Healthy Fast Food Plan
The Sweet-tooth Plan
The Meat-free Plan
The Business Plan
The Family Plan
The first time we answered the questions, there were a two different diets that we could follow. The Healthy Fast Food plan and the Sweet-tooth plan, but as Flyfour hasn't a sweet tooth as big as mine we decided to follow the Healthy Fast Food Plan. Which meant we got to eat McDonalds. We like McDonalds.
The diet was brilliant. We both lost just over a stone in the six weeks, just as the book said we might.
There were unlimited foods that we could eat if we wanted to, there are recipes which were great tasting and easy to follow. There are stories that we could draw inspiration from and exercise suggestions which mean it was a lot easier to work out how to burn off the extra 250 calories a day that the diets suggest.
And after the diet finished we kept the book on the shelf, so that we could use it again if we needed to. And we did a few times, not just for some of the foods that we discovered we like, but for following the plan again from time to time.
And then last week when I weighed myself and realised that I had put back on most of the weight I had lost I knew that I had to get the book out again. So I told Flyfour that we were on a diet. This time I chose the Family plan as the base, but because of our unique circumstances and my knowledge of the book from past uses I've picked a few recipes from all the plans (it's allowed!).
We've been on the diet since Saturday, and apart from an issue with the Aubergine and Lentil Curry last night (Big Boy didn't want to eat it and there is way more than four servings in the amount I made more like ten, but I followed the recipe straight!) nobody has noticed anything different from what we normally eat.
I've been keeping note of what I'm eating on myfitnesspal (feel free to add me as a friend) and I'm seeing a difference already in my clothes, although I'm not going to weigh myself until the six weeks are up.
So the next few weeks (and no doubt several posts) will be about the diet and my fitness and I'm hoping that once the six weeks are up I can go on it again and again and again, (I mean I have ten stone to lose so I could basically live on this for a year and be within a stone of my goal weight) but I'm not thinking about that for now.
Right now I'm thinking about the next six weeks and one stone and that's it.
I think that maybe, just maybe that might be the key to my success.
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Back to the beginning
I've put weight on.
I have brilliant will power. I mean seriously, if I say to myself I'm not going to do something then I don't do it. Take Coffee and Alcohol as an example. When I changed my religion and became a member of The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints I stopped drinking Coffee and Alcohol without a second thought. I stopped eating ice cream because I knew it was a weakness of mine and when I was about sixteen my Mum says that I stopped eating crisps and chocolate although I'm pretty sure I blocked that one out of my memory.
It's not that I get bored. I mean how can anyone get bored eating a wide range of fruit and veggies? I love Salad and there are hundreds of ways to eat and prepare it and I've talked to a nutritionist so often I know that the meals that I prepare are balanced and within the right calorific intake for the family.
So it's not boredom, it's not lack of will power, it's more like I get comfortable.
I forget that I need to exercise more and eat less. I forget that what goes in has to be used by my body or I put on weight and it's not even just a little bit of weight. It's normally what I lost and then some.
So I'm back at the beginning of my losing weight journey.
This time I know that I shouldn't throw myself in to exercise as much as I did, because if I do I can't keep it up and will punish myself. This time I'm stronger and more able to understand not only my voices (in my head) but also my body, my diet and my own pace.
I know that this time I'm not going to lose all the weight magically overnight, I mean I knew it before but I was still hoping, this time I need to do a lot of work, and I know it.
So this time I'm ready for it.
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I have brilliant will power. I mean seriously, if I say to myself I'm not going to do something then I don't do it. Take Coffee and Alcohol as an example. When I changed my religion and became a member of The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints I stopped drinking Coffee and Alcohol without a second thought. I stopped eating ice cream because I knew it was a weakness of mine and when I was about sixteen my Mum says that I stopped eating crisps and chocolate although I'm pretty sure I blocked that one out of my memory.
It's not that I get bored. I mean how can anyone get bored eating a wide range of fruit and veggies? I love Salad and there are hundreds of ways to eat and prepare it and I've talked to a nutritionist so often I know that the meals that I prepare are balanced and within the right calorific intake for the family.
So it's not boredom, it's not lack of will power, it's more like I get comfortable.
I forget that I need to exercise more and eat less. I forget that what goes in has to be used by my body or I put on weight and it's not even just a little bit of weight. It's normally what I lost and then some.
So I'm back at the beginning of my losing weight journey.
This time I know that I shouldn't throw myself in to exercise as much as I did, because if I do I can't keep it up and will punish myself. This time I'm stronger and more able to understand not only my voices (in my head) but also my body, my diet and my own pace.
I know that this time I'm not going to lose all the weight magically overnight, I mean I knew it before but I was still hoping, this time I need to do a lot of work, and I know it.
So this time I'm ready for it.
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Chantenay Carrot Snack Packs
Carrots are one of my most favourite vegetables. I'll eat them steamed, boiled, roasted, raw, grated, dipped or in cakes and muffins, sliced in sandwiches... basically I'll eat them any which way. So when I was asked if I wanted to go and try some new snack pack carrots I said No. Why, would I want to go and try a sliced carrot in London when I can eat a sliced carrot in my kitchen? Then the guys at Chantenay Carrots asked if I'd want to try some at home, and I never say no to a free carrot.
The information I had about the Chantenay Carrot Snack Packs said that the carrots are;
I thought that this meant they were going to be little baby like carrots, but no the carrots are sliced carrots just short, perfectly formed, carrots. I had some for a mid morning snack and they were lovely and crunchy and perfect for me to munch on whilst I was busy hanging out the washing.
The packs are for sale in Morrisons from the 6th May for 85p and I've been reliably informed that they come with a little dipping pot of Hummus too. It's an easy way to get one of your five a day and I think quite a good one the go snack.
I was sent three packs of the Carrots, but no Hummus. So I made my own. YUM!
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The information I had about the Chantenay Carrot Snack Packs said that the carrots are;
"... neatly packaged fresh sliced carrots created the "Chantenay way"... our carrots are already small we don't need to cut them into vegetable shapes or dip our carrots into chemical solutions to keep them fresh. They are naturally small, sweet and very crunchy."
I thought that this meant they were going to be little baby like carrots, but no the carrots are sliced carrots just short, perfectly formed, carrots. I had some for a mid morning snack and they were lovely and crunchy and perfect for me to munch on whilst I was busy hanging out the washing.
The packs are for sale in Morrisons from the 6th May for 85p and I've been reliably informed that they come with a little dipping pot of Hummus too. It's an easy way to get one of your five a day and I think quite a good one the go snack.
I was sent three packs of the Carrots, but no Hummus. So I made my own. YUM!
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Some People
I think that I've always known that some people will never change.
I was lucky, I changed. I saw that my selfish ways were not the way I wanted to live. I saw that the childish reactions I had were not the ways I wanted to react. I realised that I wanted to put other people first, I knew that there was a better way to live.
As I said though, some people never change.
Some people remain the same through out their lives, not realising the destruction that they leave in their wake. They think that because the strategy has worked in their past and they survived unscathed that it is the right strategy.
And the people that don't survive their wrath? The people that they cut down because they grow taller and straighter than the rest? Well, they may be cut down but they'll grow back.
And next time, they'll be stronger because they will change, they will adapt.
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I was lucky, I changed. I saw that my selfish ways were not the way I wanted to live. I saw that the childish reactions I had were not the ways I wanted to react. I realised that I wanted to put other people first, I knew that there was a better way to live.
As I said though, some people never change.
Some people remain the same through out their lives, not realising the destruction that they leave in their wake. They think that because the strategy has worked in their past and they survived unscathed that it is the right strategy.
And the people that don't survive their wrath? The people that they cut down because they grow taller and straighter than the rest? Well, they may be cut down but they'll grow back.
And next time, they'll be stronger because they will change, they will adapt.
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I should have known
When you put your head above the parapet someone will notice you. Even if you weren't expressing an opinion and were merely looking up to see what was around, someone will notice you.
Then they will notice your talents.
And they will notice that you aren't using your talents in ways which you could so easily be using them.
You'll be encouraged to use your talents, and you'll end up doing something which you never intended to do.
You might find that you enjoy it. Then again you might not.
I should have known not to raise my head above the parapet.
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Then they will notice your talents.
And they will notice that you aren't using your talents in ways which you could so easily be using them.
You'll be encouraged to use your talents, and you'll end up doing something which you never intended to do.
You might find that you enjoy it. Then again you might not.
I should have known not to raise my head above the parapet.
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My thoughts are with Boston
Half my life ago, my Dad was a runner. Not just any kind of runner though, he ran marathons. I can't quite remember how he did it, but he won a place in the Boston Marathon thanks to some Magazine but the weekend that it was on happened to coincide with the first week that my American Exchange Student was going to be with us and so he declined the prize. Thanks in part to him and my natural love of running I've always looked out for news about Marathons, determined that one day I'll run the London marathon and the Boston like my Dad should have.
And when my husband came home from his bike ride this evening telling me there was some terrible news I knew it was related to the Boston Marathon. Flyfour told me enough of the news that I wouldn't have to go and watch the news, or read it on Twitter because he knew that if I did I'd break down and cry.
And so this evening I've prayed and I'll continue to pray as it is all I can offer.
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And when my husband came home from his bike ride this evening telling me there was some terrible news I knew it was related to the Boston Marathon. Flyfour told me enough of the news that I wouldn't have to go and watch the news, or read it on Twitter because he knew that if I did I'd break down and cry.
And so this evening I've prayed and I'll continue to pray as it is all I can offer.
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Parenting Today
Watching the Children play together this past half term has made me think about how I would cope as a Stay at Home Mum in previous decades. How would I cope if I had been bringing up my Children in the 90's? The 80's? The 70's? The 60's?
I'm sure that I would have been a much more different person to the one I am now. The slight and subtle cultural changes that mould us all in ways we can't possibly imagine, would have made me a different me. I don't think I would swear as much as I do, I doubt I would be as overweight I wouldn't have as many friends from different cultures as I do and I wouldn't class men as some of my best and closest friends. Would I have a different religion? Would I have friends who were different religions? Would any of my friends not go to Church?
I guess that these are questions that I will never really know the answer to.
My Mum was always there, but I'm not sure what she did exactly. I mean I know she did the household chores and cooked the meals, but did she turn off between 9am and 3pm whilst I was at School? Did she sit and watch daytime TV? Did she have friends that she would go and see? Did she go back to bed or was there something else other than me that filled her days?
My childhood was so different to my own Children's.
I was allowed to play on the back field without my Mum watching my every move. I was allowed to ride my bike around the alleyways of the estate on a Sunday morning before my parents woke up. I was allowed to walk to the local park alone, even though it meant crossing a road.
It wasn't that my parents didn't care, just the norm back then was for Children to have more freedom than they do now. I was taught stranger danger of course, but not as fanatically as I teach my own children now.
I don't think my parents had to worry about how much time I spent watching cartoons on TV, as back then Children's TV wasn't on all day every day. They didn't have to worry about me using electronic devices, as those that I did have weren't like the ones of today.
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I'm sure that I would have been a much more different person to the one I am now. The slight and subtle cultural changes that mould us all in ways we can't possibly imagine, would have made me a different me. I don't think I would swear as much as I do, I doubt I would be as overweight I wouldn't have as many friends from different cultures as I do and I wouldn't class men as some of my best and closest friends. Would I have a different religion? Would I have friends who were different religions? Would any of my friends not go to Church?
I guess that these are questions that I will never really know the answer to.
My Mum was always there, but I'm not sure what she did exactly. I mean I know she did the household chores and cooked the meals, but did she turn off between 9am and 3pm whilst I was at School? Did she sit and watch daytime TV? Did she have friends that she would go and see? Did she go back to bed or was there something else other than me that filled her days?
My childhood was so different to my own Children's.
I was allowed to play on the back field without my Mum watching my every move. I was allowed to ride my bike around the alleyways of the estate on a Sunday morning before my parents woke up. I was allowed to walk to the local park alone, even though it meant crossing a road.
It wasn't that my parents didn't care, just the norm back then was for Children to have more freedom than they do now. I was taught stranger danger of course, but not as fanatically as I teach my own children now.
I don't think my parents had to worry about how much time I spent watching cartoons on TV, as back then Children's TV wasn't on all day every day. They didn't have to worry about me using electronic devices, as those that I did have weren't like the ones of today.
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If you were on a Desert Island...
As I was falling asleep last night I started to play the Desert Island game. You know the one, you're stuck on a desert island and you are allowed to take three things with you so what would you take?
I thought for a little bit about how I would take some kind of Solar powered Satellite and a PC, as that way I could have access to the internet, VOIP telephone calls and possibly some TV.
I thought about how it would be handy to take sunscreen.
I thought how it would be sensible to take some medical supplies and possibly my own private Doctor or Surgeon.
I thought it might be clever to take some battery operated power tools.
I thought it might be wise to take a couple of different outfits, or at least cloth that I could turn into clothes as my weaving isn't that great and I'm sure after a few weeks on the island I would lose weight.
I thought it would be nice to take some books to while away the hours that I wasn't hunting and gathering food or building myself a shelter.
I thought about taking a Chef who could create wonderful dishes from the plentiful fruits and vegetables growing on the island.
I thought how I might like my family to come.
I thought about how I'd like music, or something I could make music on.
I thought about how I'd quite like a comfortable bed and pillow.
And just as I was falling asleep I jolted myself awake with a realisation of how I would actually only need one thing to take with me.
A BOAT!
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I thought for a little bit about how I would take some kind of Solar powered Satellite and a PC, as that way I could have access to the internet, VOIP telephone calls and possibly some TV.
I thought about how it would be handy to take sunscreen.
I thought how it would be sensible to take some medical supplies and possibly my own private Doctor or Surgeon.
I thought it might be clever to take some battery operated power tools.
I thought it might be wise to take a couple of different outfits, or at least cloth that I could turn into clothes as my weaving isn't that great and I'm sure after a few weeks on the island I would lose weight.
I thought it would be nice to take some books to while away the hours that I wasn't hunting and gathering food or building myself a shelter.
I thought about taking a Chef who could create wonderful dishes from the plentiful fruits and vegetables growing on the island.
I thought how I might like my family to come.
I thought about how I'd like music, or something I could make music on.
I thought about how I'd quite like a comfortable bed and pillow.
And just as I was falling asleep I jolted myself awake with a realisation of how I would actually only need one thing to take with me.
A BOAT!
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The question of the day
Most days I ask a question on my Facebook profile, or on Twitter and sometimes even on Google+. I start of explaining what I plan to do that day, or what I'm planning on thinking about or if it is the evening what I did think about that day and then the question. It seems very non-sequitur, but there is a method to my particular brand of madness. I don't think that anyone has ever worked out the link between what I've been thinking about and my questions, although one person did get close once.
The reason I ask the questions has been much speculated about; Am I selling the answers to a Market Research Company (wish I had thought of that one I'd be rich!), am I trying to make my own life more interesting by stealing someone else's identity (see This isn't to go on Facebook for the answer to that one) but the answer is a lot more simple. I like to know what other people are thinking, what is important to them, what they want out of life and their answers reveal this. It helps me understand what is important to me, what I want out of life and to understand what I have been trying to articulate.
I hardly ever answer my own questions (something that I know infuriates other people!) because I don't have an answer. I don't have a favourite biscuit, or word or place. I don't know when I was my happiest or what my least favourite flavour is. I have simply never sat down to think about these things, and I think for the most part the people that answer the questions I pose have never really thought about their answers and what they mean either.
I hope that by answering my questions that those people understand themselves a little bit better, understand their wants, needs and desires more clearly and I'm not sure I'm ready for my brain to go there.
Instead my brain works ten to the dozen wondering how man found out that they could eat sunflower seeds, or how bus routes are worked out, or why people are sometimes so short sighted they can't see what is right in front of them. My brain wakes me up in the middle of the night to work out how many calories would be burnt if I walked all day and where I would end up if it was a straight line. It gets me to think about what would happen if I were to rule the world, or if tomorrow we found out that trees could talk, or if the person born to create the cure to a disease was never given the encouragement to do what others thought impossible. My brain thinks about the raisins I ate, the Scriptures I read, the prayers I whispered and the people I love.
And sometimes, just sometimes it shuts up long enough that I can go to sleep.
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The reason I ask the questions has been much speculated about; Am I selling the answers to a Market Research Company (wish I had thought of that one I'd be rich!), am I trying to make my own life more interesting by stealing someone else's identity (see This isn't to go on Facebook for the answer to that one) but the answer is a lot more simple. I like to know what other people are thinking, what is important to them, what they want out of life and their answers reveal this. It helps me understand what is important to me, what I want out of life and to understand what I have been trying to articulate.
I hardly ever answer my own questions (something that I know infuriates other people!) because I don't have an answer. I don't have a favourite biscuit, or word or place. I don't know when I was my happiest or what my least favourite flavour is. I have simply never sat down to think about these things, and I think for the most part the people that answer the questions I pose have never really thought about their answers and what they mean either.
I hope that by answering my questions that those people understand themselves a little bit better, understand their wants, needs and desires more clearly and I'm not sure I'm ready for my brain to go there.
Instead my brain works ten to the dozen wondering how man found out that they could eat sunflower seeds, or how bus routes are worked out, or why people are sometimes so short sighted they can't see what is right in front of them. My brain wakes me up in the middle of the night to work out how many calories would be burnt if I walked all day and where I would end up if it was a straight line. It gets me to think about what would happen if I were to rule the world, or if tomorrow we found out that trees could talk, or if the person born to create the cure to a disease was never given the encouragement to do what others thought impossible. My brain thinks about the raisins I ate, the Scriptures I read, the prayers I whispered and the people I love.
And sometimes, just sometimes it shuts up long enough that I can go to sleep.
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I'm not depressed!
I realised a lot of my blog posts make me seemed a bit depressed, which isn't the case, it's just that the random thoughts I've been letting out have been the depressing ones. I guess if I didn't let them out then I might be depressed but inside my head it is still warm and nice and random.
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I'm still thinking about rainbows and puppies and zoning out in Church. I'm still thinking about cakes and icing and how to change car light bulbs. I'm still thinking about the ironing, firing a gun and listening to the voices in my head. I'm still thinking about Candy Crush and the best way to shave a cat should I ever have to and what I would do if trapped in a room with no internet.
So I promise that my next few blog posts will be much more positive and smiley, or my name isn't Dan Jon Jr.
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The choices you didn't make
How long can you grieve the life that you thought that you were going to live?
Do you have to snap out of it in a day, a week, a month, a year? Can you grieve for the loss of the life you were going to live forever?
Plans change. People change. Life sometimes throws you a curve ball that knocks the stuffing out of you. And yet we soldier on. We keep pushing ourselves forward, living life, making plans for a life that we hope to live until the plans change again. Until the people in the plans change. Until a new curve ball comes in and knocks you off course again.
I get that. I know that the only thing you can plan for in life is that you can't plan for life.
And yet I'm still sad.
I'm sad that my Grandad died before he met my husband and my children.
I'm sad that my Gran died before I was ready for her to go.
I'm sad that my parents divorced.
I'm sad that my son is a Type 1 Diabetic.
I'm sad that I'm not leading the life I thought that I was going to lead.
And yet I'm happy.
I live a great life, one that I never planned for, but I'm living happily anyway.
I've learnt things I never thought I would.
I've grown in ways I didn't know I could. Or needed to.
I don't think it is wrong to grieve the life that you thought you were going to lead. I don't think it is wrong to fantasise about how your life may have turned out if you made a different choice here or there.
I just don't know how long it should be before you stop thinking about the choices you didn't make or if you ever do.
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Do you have to snap out of it in a day, a week, a month, a year? Can you grieve for the loss of the life you were going to live forever?
Plans change. People change. Life sometimes throws you a curve ball that knocks the stuffing out of you. And yet we soldier on. We keep pushing ourselves forward, living life, making plans for a life that we hope to live until the plans change again. Until the people in the plans change. Until a new curve ball comes in and knocks you off course again.
I get that. I know that the only thing you can plan for in life is that you can't plan for life.
And yet I'm still sad.
I'm sad that my Grandad died before he met my husband and my children.
I'm sad that my Gran died before I was ready for her to go.
I'm sad that my parents divorced.
I'm sad that my son is a Type 1 Diabetic.
I'm sad that I'm not leading the life I thought that I was going to lead.
And yet I'm happy.
I live a great life, one that I never planned for, but I'm living happily anyway.
I've learnt things I never thought I would.
I've grown in ways I didn't know I could. Or needed to.
I don't think it is wrong to grieve the life that you thought you were going to lead. I don't think it is wrong to fantasise about how your life may have turned out if you made a different choice here or there.
I just don't know how long it should be before you stop thinking about the choices you didn't make or if you ever do.
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Breaking Habits
When I was younger I drank Coffee. Not just any Coffee though, double strength Coffee and at least six large mugs a day. I wasn't LDS then, so it wasn't something which broke the Word of Wisdom which I try to follow now and the Coffee was something I really enjoyed.
I started getting migraines, really, really, bad migraines and we (my Doctor and I) put them down to the coffee consumption. So I gave up the coffee. I don't remember getting withdrawal symptoms, although I do remember not really caring that I no longer had coffee as my go to drink and my migraines improved, to the point where I didn't have them any more.
I was thinking about this earlier, because I was wondering why I can't do that now. I'm not addicted to Coffee any more, but I have plenty of other addictions that are harming me.
Why can't I just give up eating Chocolate?
Why can't I just stop eating when I'm not hungry?
Why can't I just give up eating portions which are too big?
Why can't I just stop these addictions which are harming me every day?
I understand what I'm doing to myself. I'm not stupid, I can read reports and news articles. I can watch TV programmes and understand what the Doctors and Specialists in them are saying. I've seen the disgusting pictures of people who's arteries and organs are filled with fatty deposits and who have eaten their way to an early death. I see what my Son has to go through every day because a part of his body decided that it no longer wanted to work and I know that if I don't solve my obesity that I'm much more likely to develop Type 2 Diabetes, a disease that is preventable unlike the Type 1 he suffers from.
I can see how it applies to me, and yet I'm still not making the changes.
Why? I wish I knew.
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I started getting migraines, really, really, bad migraines and we (my Doctor and I) put them down to the coffee consumption. So I gave up the coffee. I don't remember getting withdrawal symptoms, although I do remember not really caring that I no longer had coffee as my go to drink and my migraines improved, to the point where I didn't have them any more.
I was thinking about this earlier, because I was wondering why I can't do that now. I'm not addicted to Coffee any more, but I have plenty of other addictions that are harming me.
Why can't I just give up eating Chocolate?
Why can't I just stop eating when I'm not hungry?
Why can't I just give up eating portions which are too big?
Why can't I just stop these addictions which are harming me every day?
I understand what I'm doing to myself. I'm not stupid, I can read reports and news articles. I can watch TV programmes and understand what the Doctors and Specialists in them are saying. I've seen the disgusting pictures of people who's arteries and organs are filled with fatty deposits and who have eaten their way to an early death. I see what my Son has to go through every day because a part of his body decided that it no longer wanted to work and I know that if I don't solve my obesity that I'm much more likely to develop Type 2 Diabetes, a disease that is preventable unlike the Type 1 he suffers from.
I can see how it applies to me, and yet I'm still not making the changes.
Why? I wish I knew.
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