I am one of those people who is always concerned about her weight. I’m a woman, so I can’t see that this statement would come as a shock. No matter what is going right in my life, if I have put on weight I feel as though my entire world is crumbling around me. After much analysis, I have come to the conclusion that I am addicted to food. Simply put, I just can’t get enough of the stuff. And let’s face it, I somehow don’t think that I am the only one with this problem.
When I actually stop and think about it, my entire day revolves around food. When I wake up in the morning, my second thought is “What shall I make for breakfast today?” (My first thought is, “Gosh, I need to empty my bladder!”); when I get to class, I am counting down the minutes until lunch-time; when I get home, I am planning what I’ll make for supper; when I’m in my yoga class, I am fantasizing about the meal that I have waiting for me in my flat; and (worst of all) when I am eating, I am feeling guilty about the amount of calories that I am consuming.
The frustrating thing is that food, unlike other addictions, is not something that you can cut out of your life entirely. You are faced with it a minimum of three times a day and, if you’re like me and have to cook your own meals, you are constantly having to think what there is in the fridge for your next meal. So in other words, you heroine addicts out there should consider yourselves lucky! You can go cold turkey and, after many weeks and much therapy, you can live without the stuff at all. Us food addicts, on the other hand, have to confront our demons every time we step foot in the kitchen.
Frustrating, isn’t it? But before you start breaking out in hysterical sobs or curling yourself up into the foetal position with chocolate smeared across your face, I think that I may have a solution to our woes. The trick is to try and find a healthy balance and keep everything in moderation. There are very few people out there who can live without life’s indulgences – and if they can, they are either super-human robots or else binge-eating when nobody is looking. We need to stop being so hard on ourselves and need to start realising that a piece of chocolate cake every once in a while isn’t going to kill us.
So next time you get on the scale and see that you have put on a kilogram or two, please don’t starve yourself for the next week. You and I both know that it will only end with you stuffing your face full of potato crisps once the week is up – and hating yourself for doing so. Instead, why not go for a walk or make a meal-plan of healthy dishes for the week ahead? Most importantly, do not sit and feel sorry for yourself as this will solve nothing! I for one am definitely going to try and take my own advice and try and resist the urge to strangle myself every time that I can’t fit into a certain pair of jeans. Because at the end of the day, if you have put on a bit of weight, nobody needs to know that the pants you are wearing are a size bigger than usual. And as long as you are aware of it and trying your best to fight the tummy-monster, then that's all a person can ask for. After all, 0 is not a size and a healthy person is the happiest person of all.