The Quest for The Holy Grail of Less Flabby

I’m a bit flabby.

After our glorious holidays in France I’m in the most flabby range that I have been in a long time. Probably ever. (Checks scales) yes, ever.

I have been struggling with my weight for a good few years and I’ve been losing weight with moderate success only to regain it later. I would very much like to reverse this trend. This year has been the year of big changes already — and I think it’s time to try again.

I have no illusions on the cause of my weight gain. I’m a big foodie and I love quality food, lots of it. I lead a sedentary lifestyle. I snack. On top of that I really like my drink, the cause and the solution to all life problems. I’m also a coeliac, which makes my dietary decisions already difficult. All those things add up, a kilo at a time.

I have also no illusions on the motivation to lose weight. Some women think that dieting in order to lose weight is anti-feminist and we should love ourselves and be loved by others no matter the weight we are. And I agree to a point — I don’t judge anyone on their weight, neither do I like being judged upon it. But neither will I judge anyone if they want to change it — we all struggle with our body image one way or another. Saying “but you look great!” doesn’t really help. I am clinically overweight — so here’s one reason to shed some kilos — and not immune, as much as I would like to say I am, to the dream of a beautiful, fit body and that of well fitting clothes a size smaller than ones I wear now — so here’s another reason. I want to be healthy but hey, if it comes with me fitting into that fab Little Black Dress again, pretty please with a cherry on a top. Is it vain? Oh yeah, totally. And I’m OK with that.

What does it all lead to? I’m going to try harder this time, using all the tools at my disposal, to get back to healthy weight by the end of the year and I’ll try to record these attempts here. This will serve as a diary for me — to keep track of what worked, what didn’t, and see what the patterns are. I hope it will serve as an inspiration to others — or at least, a hideous warning :).

Here goes nothing.