A number of years ago I was feeling really fed up with myself having put on a lot of weight as a result of a period of inactivity and comfort/boredom eating following a major operation. The day finally came when I decided I had to do something about and because I thought I needed moral support and a few tips I joined a well known slimming group. NEVER AGAIN.
Firstly I found myself feeling really deprived of the things I liked most and the things that they really pushed were things I hate.
Secondly the whole thing about weighing everything and turning every meal into a maths problem was a real chore. The trouble with things feeling a chore is I get fed up with them.
Next there was the way I’d get quite stressed about the weigh in on a week when I wasn’t sure how things had gone. I got enough stress from my job and being a working mum without needing any extra.
There was also the way I was made to feel that I had to keep going to reach my ‘target weight’ even though I had already passed the point where friends and family were telling me I looked ‘drawn’ . I look back at photos of myself at that time and don’t like what I see but at the time I was so pleased that the lady running the group was pleased with me. I find that disturbing now, I can’t believe I was so worried about what somebody I barely knew thought about how much I weighed. It goes to show how vunerable you can become in such situations.
I also found it hard to stop losing weight even though I had reached my target and I was on the maintenance program. After that my weight kept going up and down all over the place my body didn’t seem to know what it was doing any more.
Finally the day came when I realised just how much weight had crept back on even though I didn’t seem to be living on chips, or chocolate or junk food etc. When I eventually decided to take action again the one thing I was sure of I was never joining another slimming group.
I didn’t know back then that low calorie diets don’t help you lose weight in the long term they just screw up your metabolism and I didn’t realise that how I feel is more important than what the scales say. If I feel healthy and have a reasonable amount of energy and my clothes feel comfortable then that’s good enough for me, and the only person I would listen to about my weight is my doctor not a virtual stranger who thinks‘a few more pound and I’ll be just right’.
Firstly I found myself feeling really deprived of the things I liked most and the things that they really pushed were things I hate.
Secondly the whole thing about weighing everything and turning every meal into a maths problem was a real chore. The trouble with things feeling a chore is I get fed up with them.
Next there was the way I’d get quite stressed about the weigh in on a week when I wasn’t sure how things had gone. I got enough stress from my job and being a working mum without needing any extra.
There was also the way I was made to feel that I had to keep going to reach my ‘target weight’ even though I had already passed the point where friends and family were telling me I looked ‘drawn’ . I look back at photos of myself at that time and don’t like what I see but at the time I was so pleased that the lady running the group was pleased with me. I find that disturbing now, I can’t believe I was so worried about what somebody I barely knew thought about how much I weighed. It goes to show how vunerable you can become in such situations.
I also found it hard to stop losing weight even though I had reached my target and I was on the maintenance program. After that my weight kept going up and down all over the place my body didn’t seem to know what it was doing any more.
Finally the day came when I realised just how much weight had crept back on even though I didn’t seem to be living on chips, or chocolate or junk food etc. When I eventually decided to take action again the one thing I was sure of I was never joining another slimming group.
I didn’t know back then that low calorie diets don’t help you lose weight in the long term they just screw up your metabolism and I didn’t realise that how I feel is more important than what the scales say. If I feel healthy and have a reasonable amount of energy and my clothes feel comfortable then that’s good enough for me, and the only person I would listen to about my weight is my doctor not a virtual stranger who thinks‘a few more pound and I’ll be just right’.