Or maybe I should call this post New Year, New Resolutions…
I have a lovely list of these. Not resolutions, exactly, more changes I’ve been planning for a while. First up:
To do more than pay lip service to healthy eating, and exercise three times a week, regardless of where I am in the world.
Shockingly original, no?
At the moment I am not just delightfully curvy, I’m fat. I am 5ft6, and weigh 11 stone & 2 lbs. (That’s 156lbs for my American readers.) A healthy BMI range for my height is 18.5-25, and I stand at 25.3 – the Overweight band. (Please do not rush to tell me that BMI is a blunt tool etc etc. I know all this, but the fact remains that I need to lose weight.) And no, I don’t want to be proud of my curves. They WILL kill me, eventually, directly or indirectly, and anyone who argues otherwise IS deluded.
I have great legs and I now know how to appear to my advantage in photographs, so I know some people won’t believe me when I say I am overweight. But I am an apple shape, which is easy to disguise, and that means my fat isn’t resting on my hips or thighs but around my stomach and breasts and, most worryingly, my vital organs.
As I don’t wish to end up with type 2 diabetes or blood pressure problems or blocked arteries or a shortened life span, or any of the myriad problems that eating thoughtlessly without exercising brings, I am on a mission to radically alter my lifestyle.
I want to be height weight proportionate. I certainly have no desire to be thin: I don’t take personal pleasure in having bony clavicles, or jutting hip bones. But my body is the machine that keeps my soul alive, and I have not been treating it with the respect that it deserves of late. You only have to talk to my sister, or read Melanie Reid’s column on paralysis in The Times (she broke her back in a riding accident), to stop taking for granted the ability to get out of bed, dressed and out the door each day.
The irony in my having piled on the pounds is not lost on me: I spent part of the summer training like a fiend, and have never felt healthier or happier. But, since I finished my first training stint at the beginning of August, I have been unable to commit to another gym-based regimen as I had planned, as I have been travelling (France, Yorkshire, Sweden, New York, New Jersey, Miami, Marrakech, and eating sensibly on planes & in hotels and with jetlag is a stretch), Fashion Week-ing, and just plain hard-working.
I also live on a street with excellent restaurants & a great food shop, and it’s been much, much easier to just dial up my supper or buy a loaf of bread and eat toast when the fridge is empty when I get home off a plane, or after a day of external meetings, and I can’t be bothered to cook. And when I am tired and stressed I don’t want to go to the gym and eat vegetables. I want to go retire to bed and eat carbs, carbs and more carbs. Of course, the irony in all of this, is that I really LIKE healthy foods and vegetables. I have just been tired & lazy to think about it all.
And, in the interests of complete honestly, I looked at the photos of me in Marrakch and I don’t love the moon face so much.
So the complete resolution is:
Exercise for at least an hour three times a week, and take my exercise kit to hotels and ALWAYS use the gym in them.
Walk up every stair or escalator, rather than taking lifts or just standing still pecking at my BlackBerry.
Get off the tube or bus a stop early, & no driving to local meetings or events.
No takeaways, ever, & no more toast.
A proper breakfast every day, and cook once a day. (Which I am supposed to be doing anyway for my food book)
Not allowing myself to get really hungry through busy-ness & then shoving everything in sight in my gob, which is my MO almost every day.
Stashing almonds, SoyJoy bars and protein snacks in my handbag, office & car to avoid grabbing sugary, carb-y snacks on the hoof when ravenous.
Eating AT LEAST my five a day and preferably double that.
No white food: mashed potatoes, pasta, sugar, white rice, white bread. Instead lots of lovely filling fibre and low GI carbs, all of which should stop the cravings, blood sugar peaks, and ravenous hunger.
No eating supper after 8pm.