Realisations

I've been avoiding the subject of my 'diet' for an age. After much soul searching and inner conflict, I've come to realise that I'm actually ok as I am - ok scratch that, I'm actually pretty cool as I am.

Having spent more than half my life attempting to lose weight, I've pretty much forgotten why I wanted it in the first place. Maybe because I felt like the thing I should be doing, maybe because I've been told all of my life that fat can't be healthy, maybe I just did it because it became the norm.

I've abandoned Weight Watchers, I got completely sick of points and scrutinising every morsel that passed my lips (not that I was overly good at that). I know it works for a lot of people, but it doesn't really work for me.

I don't sit here and stuff my face with all sorts of crap anyway, I'm generally quite healthy. I love good food, rarely eat take-aways or fast food. I enjoy cooking, I eat fruit and veg and drink gallons of water. I exercise. I also like to drink, I like the odd cider on a school night or a glass of wine with my dinner and I don't want to have to forgo this so I can have an extra couple of potatoes or a bag of crisps.

Admittedly, I'm slightly heavier than I am most comfortable with, but I am going to stop stressing over those bloody scales.All it's getting me is a lot of self grief and that's not healthy.

So basically, I'm going to keep doing what I am doing. Keep eating well, keep up the PT sessions and the gym and keep liking myself. Who knows, once I stop thinking about it all the time, I might even get back down to my happy weight. And if not, well it's not really the end of the world.

***EDIT***
I was reminded by Leslie's comment that I still need to keep an eye on things (thanks Leslie). I've been maintaining my weight, unintentionally, for a good few weeks now, but I still need to keep on top of that. The last thing I want is to end up heavier... So I'll still get weighed every week or so, just to make sure I don't end up out of control.