More Eyesight Problems

As you know by now, it was my mum’s 80th birthday this weekend and what a splendid affair it turned out to be. 24 people took over a lovely hotel and a smallish function room and, as proof of the amount of preparation made, had a wonderful and emotional evening.

The event started in the bar – of course – and I swanned down looking, I thought, rather svelte although if the video footage is anything to go by, I was a little mistaken. I would describe my appearance as I read my poem to my mother with my reading glasses at the end of my nose, as plump and middle aged. Ah well.

I had been up to our room to collect my glasses after an event in the bar. I was sipping my champagne when the waitress offered me a very blurry dish of nuts and olives. I chose the smallest nut and popped it into my mouth. It was an olive stone! Some ignorant person (fancy me having such a person in my family) had spat out their stone and PUT IT BACK IN THE DISH! You know who you are.

The following morning and feeling a little the worse for wear – although not as bad as some – our bedroom began to resemble a railway station as people arrived with Christmas presents for us to take home with us. Then my mobile telephone (cell phone) began to ring. As usual I wasn’t wearing my glasses so couldn’t see who was ringing. I thrust the phone into Whizz’s face and demanded in frustration ‘Who’s this calling me now?’

He squinted his eyes to focus on the screen, an enquiring expression on his face. ‘It’s err…’ his face changed to one of astonishment ‘ME!’.

Veering About

I have just been scrolling through old posts and it struck me how many twists and turns I have made via my quest for slimmer hips and subsequent departure from regime. First there was Blubber Busters, most successful slimming business in the world, then Mince Monde with its red days and green days. Recipe posts abound involving the extraction of flavour normally provided by fat and the attempt to replace it with spices, salt or artificial sweetener. Next I went into my Girth Mother phase, buying locally and making everything. This was completely incompatible with either of the above diet organisations and so the weight piled back on again, I gave myself the nickname Lil (Short for Lillets, tampons which, according to the box, expand width-ways). I then went on to the Harcombe Diet and wasted several weeks waiting for her promises to come true, they didn’t.

I approve of my Girth Mother principles of buying locally and using the best ingredients, also of cooking as much of our food intake from scratch as is practically possible. My mother always cooked for us and I have tried to do the same for my family. In fact, when I think about it, the times I have used convenience products were predominantly when on a low fat diet. Low fat cooking sauces, ready made fish pie and low fat sausages. It seems awful to me now. I feel a bit like a religious convert, I could lapse but it would take a while to stop feeling guilty.

So I have returned to the advice of the redoubtable Dr Robert Atkins. His Diet Revolution book, backed up by the writings of Gary Taubes, mentioned in previous entries, has me convinced and, if I dare put this in writing after all my previous vacillation, I think I might have found an eating regime I can keep to for life.

I’m not sure everyone could manage this. Most people think I am mad. My cousin, Tyler, is staying with us at the moment, installing a new bathroom. He can’t believe that I would eat curry without rice, or roast dinner without potatoes or Yorkshire Pud. it does sound awful but I really enjoy what I eat. The biggest plus for me is that I no longer crave food. I eat when I am hungry and I stop when I’ve had enough. I don’t have to trim the fat off the chop or the skin from the chicken and I can eat butter and cream and, best of all, drink wine and whisky, daily if I wish. Each evening I pour myself a glass or two of dry wine and open the Macadamia nuts. After my meal I have a hot chocolate made with Green and Black’s cocoa (no sugar of course but some artificial sweeteners are pretty good (nothing containing aspartame though) and at the weekend I might liven my drink with a ‘tot’ of rum or whisky.

I started back on the Atkins Diet at the beginning of July and although the weight loss hasn’t been exactly fast it was pretty steady, but getting slower all the time. I was also feeling a bit jaded and lack lustre and I supposed that this might have been due to a lack of certain vitamins and minerals. By the end of September my weight loss had ground to a halt. I asked people on the lowcarbers forum for advice and tried everything suggested. I gave up dairy products, lowered my carbohydrate intake to practically nothing and gave up drinking – the final sacrifice. Then I found that Dr Atkins had written another book called The Vita-nutrient Solution and I ordered myself a copy. To my astonishment, his book included combinations of supplements to aid weight loss, combat exhaustion and overcome hormonal imbalance.

I listed all the supplements he suggested to cure all these ills, the list filled nearly two A4 pages! That couldn’t be managed, either physically or financially. On his advice I looked for the items that occurred in more than one ‘recipe’ and bingo, I had my solution. I do take rather a lot of tablets each day, and they’re not cheap, but I have started losing weight again and I feel fantastic. I’m alert and happy. I wake up instantly and drop off to sleep spontaneously and that has to be worth a few quid, hasn’t it?

This is what I take. In brackets are the reasons I take them but they do have many other benefits):

3 Nutrislim low carb dieters multi-vitamin (high concentration multi vitamin, a starting point)

6000 mcg folic acid (menopausal symptoms, fatigue, brain health)

66mg zinc (brain health, eating disorders)

1500mg L-Carnitine (fat burning)

100mg Vitamin B Complex (energy and brain health)

100mg Vitamin B6 (Hormonal health)

200mcg Selenium (anti-oxidant and thyroid health)

600mg Omega 3 fish Oil (auto-immune diseases, obesity)

1000mg flax seed and borage oil (auto-immune diseases, obesity.)

1000mg Phenylalanine (makes you happy and lowers pain threshold)

150mg COQ-10 (obesity, fatigue)

120mg Lipoic Acid (control of blood sugar)

200mg Magnesium (I take this to prevent cramp but it is valuable for the heart and brain among other things. Sadly, the dose recommended by Atkins gives me the runs)

Potassium found in Lo Salt, salt substitute) (Fatigue, also helps with cramp)

6mcg chromium (blood sugar balancer)

I wouldn’t recommend this for anyone else, this is my own, personal solution. I would recommend though, the purchase of the book . It may be the placebo effect but I feel fantastic .

weight loss and dresses

My mum’s going to be 80 at the weekend and we’re having a bit of a do. As I have been losing weight I postponed buying an outfit to enable maximum shrinkage. Then, well, I blew rather a lot of money on other things so decided I would make do with a dress I’ve worn before.

I tried it on this morning and it’s a bit big so I decided to go and look for another one – but it must be cheap.

I spent half an hour trying to park the car. Eventually I must have parked about half a mile from the centre. I relished the extra exercise in the sorry belief that I might lose a bit of weight during the uphill march to the shops. I trailed round the stores in Blake Robins and tried on a few dresses. One made me look really svelte (well relatively so anyway) but the price on the label was, although not extortionate, £60.00. Reluctantly I hung it back up and continued my search. After a while I went back and tried it on again. Lovely, but NO, I mustn’t. I hung it back up again and decided, rather belatedly, that I may as well go home. I had spent a whole day there, spent nearly £5 on parking and finished up with nothing more than sore feet.

So, it’s back to plan A, the slightly on the loose side, black number.

The fact is, I am not as slender as I had hoped, given that I have lost 22.5 lbs. One and a bit dress sizes is not as good as two, it leaves one between sizes so you either have to hold in your stomach and, with some difficulty, your chest, or go for loose and comfortable. That’s what it will be for me – as long as the shoes don’t cripple me!