- Can you lose weight without will power?
- Finding my new status quo with food – Slimpod Gold
- WIN a Slimpod Gold worth £137!
Can you lose weight without will power? It sounds like a no-brainer. My Dad always told me if it sounded too good to be true, it probably was. He’s a smart guy and his advice is usually bang on the money.
However, I’ve been asked to review a product called Slimpod Gold which promises just that. Wouldn’t you be tempted? Apparently my relatively recent addiction to sugar and subsequent weight gain is going to be a thing of the past if I just listen to a 9 minute recording every night and keep a written log of my progress. We’ll see!
I’m promising right now that, although I’ve been given the product to review for free, I will be brutally honest with you. I’ve been given the option to sell it through my blog but you will not see it appear here unless I’m convinced it really is making a noticeable difference. You can tell I am somewhat cynical – probably the perfect reviewer for a product like this. Also, a bit desperate because the weight which shifted so easily with a bit of extra attention in my twenties and thirties, ain’t shifting. And I’m sick of it.
So first, a little background to how I put on 40lbs. That’s the weight of my by no means particularly slender 4-year old. Ouch!
My mother is an incredible woman. Intelligent and forward thinking, her goal was to raise a daughter who loved and respected her body no matter what shape it was. She succeeded.
We did not have scales in the house. Yes, you heard that right. She took this seriously. I genuinely had only the vaguest of ideas how much I weighed until I was 18. When I did finally weigh myself, I was a healthy 10 1/2 stone for my muscular 5′ 5″ and I maintained this right through Uni.
Mum cooked healthy, varied and delicious food and avoided the additives which were accepted as normal in those days (anyone remember just HOW bright orange things like orange squash and fish fingers were?). She didn’t bake often and, although she sometimes used food as a treat, it genuinely was an occasional thing. We were only allowed Nutella at weekends and we had sweets once a week when we spent our 10 p sweetie money with my dad at the village shop. Crisps only appeared at children’s parties. To this day, crisps and sweets simply don’t appeal to me, although Nutella and Twix bars are another thing!
As I hit my teens and wailed that I was getting fat, Mum soothingly told me that my child’s body was just creating the curves that would make me a beautiful woman, and she was right. Diets were never mentioned but if I continued to talk about chubbiness, she’d suggest smaller portions and more exercise. I walked to school and took up running and rowing at age 14. My thighs WERE eventually enormous but they were mostly muscle from the weight training I was doing – at 16 I could lift my own body weight above my head.
Weight was simply NOT discussed. My mother and I had frank discussions about sex, politics AND religion, but never weight or body shape unless it was to suggest I needed a new bra for my increasingly impressive rack. Good old Mum. Totally un-British, against the flow and counter-cultural.
Here’s one of the problems. The one thing my dear forward-thinking Mum did not leave me with was the ability to know when I was full. Born in the 1940s, she was old enough to remember rationing and children actually hungry from lack of food. She cannot tolerate food waste to this day. We were expected to clear our plates and,because Mum’s food was delicious, I always did, even though her portions were remarkably generous.
Once I was working as a teacher and not exercising, the weight piled on, one it’s-been-a-stressful-day Twix at a time. I suddenly looked up and realised I was 12 stone. A brief month on Atkins and I was back to a sensible weight and resolved to learn to figure out how to only eat when full.
I managed to figure this out and it worked beautifully until I was pregnant with my second baby. Exhausted from running after a toddler and going to almost daily toddler groups, I ploughed through so many biscuits and chocolate during the pregnancy, I’m surprised my son didn’t come out chocolate-coated!
After he was born, faced with a poor milk-supply, I took the midwives’ advice to eat more, consciously ignoring the voice in my head which said I was full. I even ate sandwiches at night while feeding. At one point I was going through 11 slices of bread a day, meeting my daily calorie needs in bread alone while eating all the fillings and, you know, normal meals as well! Add to this severe PND and you have a recipe for a very chubby Mummy heading rapidly for 15 stone. Although I lost 3 stone through low-carbing a couple of years ago, the weight has slowly crept upwards again, mainly down to a sudden drop in exercise when I went back to work and simultaneously hurt my back.
I still love my body. It has carried me through an adventurous life and borne me two children. I still feel attractive to my husband and dress in clothes that I like and colours I love. BUT, it is also carrying far more weight than is healthy so here I am writing the blog post I never expected to publish. I feel almost as uncomfortable writing it as admitting I have hemorrhoids (which, for the record, I don’t!!!!).
I’m not ashamed of my body but I am ashamed of what my lack of will power has done to it and that is what needs to change. I am 30lbs above what is healthy for my frame and no amount of loving my curves will counter the long-term damage to my health or internal organs. I owe it to my family and myself to take better care of myself. I’ve lost faith in my ability to beat my obvious sugar addiction so if it’s possible to lose weight without will power, I need to investigate if only for my sense of doing something!
I don’t get a thrill about talking diets as some women do. I want a discreet and effective solution that doesn’t stop me from cooking (our main meals aren’t that unhealthy but they’re not the problem!) or have to be discussed if we eat out or at a friend’s house. If it works, the Slimpod will be perfect on that front.
So, here we go. I’ll keep you updated on progress!