Here’s a piece of surprising news: diets are hard.
If they were easy then every Tom, Dick and Harry would be slipping into a pair of size 8 skinny jeans.
The truth of the matter is that Tom has love handles, Dick is top-heavy and poor Harry has hips that span a continent.
Many of us, especially when it comes to the party season, crave to be just that one size smaller by the time the jolly man squeezes his posterior down our chimney but are we echoing what we said this time last year and the year before and the year… you can see where I’m going.
There’s something that has prevented you from reaching that goal each and every year but the truth of the matter is, the only one who is stopping you is… YOU!
First off, the last thing that is needed is another lecture on how healthy eating and exercise is the only way to get fit and lose weight… this is not rocket science, we have known this for centuries.
The fact of the matter is, it is old habits that have been picked up over the years that prevent us from losing weight, not just what we put past our lips.
For instance, how many times have you started a diet and then given in to the packet of cheesy crisps in the cupboard or the ’emergency’ family-sized bar of chocolate stashed in the bedside locker?
It’s not that it was ‘just there’ and you couldn’t resist it, you put yourself in that position: YOU were the one who drove to the supermarket, picked up that lemon drizzle cake and put it in your basket, with every intention of eating it. Take responsibility.
But why not use this old habit to your advantage: next time you are in the supermarket and confectionery section is pulling you in with its shiny, rainbow packaging, walk straight past it.
Take temptation out by the root instead of letting it branch into your cupboards, fridge and bedside lockers! Instead venture down healthy snack aisles and stock up on nuts, yoghurts, low-fat ice lollies and your favourite fruit so when you next get a craving after a hard day’s work you know that you are being a diet saint not a sinner.
It is hard enough to listen to the little angel on your shoulder when a giant lump of a devil in the guise of industrial chocolate slab is screaming at you from the cupboard.
With your new choices and new attitude, who knows when Christmas comes round, you could be leaving out carrot sticks for Saint Nic instead of scoffing on his Christmas pudding leftovers.