I reached my first magic number yesterday. Let’s just say I’ve been trying (and failing) to reach this number for a few years, and it feels blimmin’ good to have reached my first milestone.
I have 7 and a bit kilos to lose before I am eligible for free IVF treatment. I’m hoping we don’t need to go down that route, but if we do, then I will be well on my way to the weight I need to be. If I’d been facing this say, this time last year, I’d be looking at all that weight I needed to lose and feeling pretty damned hopeless about it.
Instead, I’m thinking ‘Seven kilos. I can do that’.
This is the first ‘diet’ I’ve been on where I don’t feel totally deprived. And also one that I haven’t given up on after a couple of weeks. Lord knows, I’ve been on a few diets in my time. I gave up on them a few years ago, after deciding that they were all pretty much a crock and actually very bad for my health.
So I really dislike calling being fructose-free a ‘diet’. Diets imply starvation or draconian meal plans. Being fructose-free has not dramatically changed the things I eat, other than to cut out sauces and sweet things. I don’t have to prepare elaborate dishes or count calories, or ask the waiter to please hold the carbs from my chicken fettuccine. I don’t feel like a social pariah at dinner parties just because I’m not eating dessert.
Obviously time will tell. If I’m still blogging about being fructose-free in three years time, then it works. If I’m not, well, then I am just another sucker who paid good money to David Gillespie.
All I know right now is that I have lost weight and feel better than I have in ages. Chocolate no longer calls to me (actually, I think chocolate used to YELL to me…). And that my friends, is a miracle.