A couple of years ago, I decided to change my life. I have always been a little overweight, actually depending of the time moving from obese, morbidly obese or just overweight on the BMI scale. I went on a very drastic diet called Lighter Life. On that diet, you only drink shakes for 12 weeks or more depending on how much weight you have to lose. You also have to go to weekly cognitive therapy meetings. This is like a support group you meet weekly where you get support for your overeating problem. I am now not sure that getting support is what you need. We did a lot of talking about food and our attitude to food. Most of the guys there were, like me, eating for comfort. I used to have a motto that said; “if in doubt, have a sandwich”! I used to practice this almost every day when procrastination set in and that work got too difficult. I normally could be found in the canteen; oops I must not call this canteen but restaurant just in case somebody from the company is reading this. After the “starvation” 12 weeks, you are supposed to go on a food re-acclimatisation period and continue with the cognitive therapy. Unfortunately the start of this period coincided with y summer holidays…
Loose weight I certainly did! I actually lost 25% of my body weight. The first few days of the diet were absolute hell as anger pain was just overwhelming. Once I got over this and that ketosis kicked in every thing was easy. Going for the weekly weigh in and counselling sessions helped a lot. I have never felt as focused as I did during that time. I started to explore motivation, self discovery and NLP. The determination I felt was overwhelming and the weight dropped off. The feeling at the end of the 12 weeks was tremendous. I bought myself new clothes and had a great summer. I had all my good suits and trousers altered.
After the holidays, I had put back on a few pounds but nothing dramatic and thought that I would soon lose this. By Christmas I had put on a bit more but thought that after Christmas I would lose this quickly. To cut the story short, two years down the line I have put on all the weight I had lost back on…
All the nice clothes I have bought are still in the closet and I look at them from time to time but cannot get into any of them.
To say that I am totally pissed of with myself would probably be the understatement of the century.
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