The thing they don’t tell you when they say ‘eat less, move
more’ is that when you’re a certain size, it’s not just about either of those
things. You see, it’s not about cutting down your pizza consumption from three
days a week to two, and it’s not moving the crisps to a once-a-day thing
either. It’s about cutting whatever green
leaf salad you’re forcing yourself to eat down to miniscule proportions and
pretending that you’re actually feeling full.
Only someone entirely delusional can manage to do that, so
it’s a good job that I’m an Aquarian. Today is day one of my eat-less effort,
and already the dog next door is looking as if he’d be quite tasty, barbecued
with a tomato relish. Are my Asian roots showing?
You’d be surprised what constitutes 5,000 kilojoules (the
recommended daily limit for a woman trying to lose weight). A small bowl of
pasta takes you over the halfway mark. The average breakfast (nothing fancy,
just a bowl of cereal) takes you a fifth of the way there. You’re thinking
twice about that banana, aren’t you!
The simple fact of the matter is that no sane person cuts
their calories to this level and remains happy. So here I am, grumpily googling
recipes I’ll never be able to eat and counting down the seconds until
dinnertime.
