A couple of weeks ago, I went to the doctor to have a proper check-up and give a medical history – it’s easier to do this (especially in a foreign language) if you’re not also dying of plague, I find. So, as part of this, she takes my blood pressure, checks I have a pulse and working reflexes, asks about tricky family illnesses, etc.
And she weighs me.
While I knew I wasn’t exactly at my thinnest, the number on the scales was a little terrifying. I’ve tried to avoid scales in the past few years, since focusing on numbers can quickly become an obsession, and that way madness – and incredibly boring conversation – lies. I’ve been able to tell myself for several years now that it’s not the numbers that matter, eating healthily isn’t rocket science, blah, blah, blah.
And it’s not. But we don’t actually do it, even if we know what we ought to be doing.
The proof is in the numbers that I’ve been trying so successfully to ignore, which have climbed and climbed until I can’t ignore them any more.
So, it’s time to do something about it. I have purchased scales, for the first time in – well, actually, possibly ever. (They sell them in Carrefour in Brussels, if you happen to be looking to buy your very own set of scales. They seem to be called pese-personnes, although asking about balances was close enough that they knew where to direct me. The beauty aisle, obviously. Guess how often I go down there normally…)
I am also beginning a diet, of sorts. I looked at the 5:2 diet – the one that the rest of the world seems to have gone mad about a couple of years ago, but I was only peripherally aware of it. (For anyone similarly unaware, the premise is that you eat normally – healthy-normal, not cramming-your-face-with-junk-normal – for 5 days a week, and twice a week, you drastically restrict the calories you eat, down to 500 calories for a woman, or 600 for a man.) I don’t know enough about the science behind it to be disposed to argue with it, so I’ll accept that the long-term health benefits are true (apparently intermittent fasting, as this diet is also known, potentially has tons of health benefits in addition to weight loss, which is really a side effect to the whole thing) – it’s the weight loss that I’m interested in, primarily, at this point.
And the results of that are relatively convincing – people do seem to lose weight, consistently, over many weeks. Not huge amounts of weight in one go, so it avoids some of the unhealthy crash-diet effects that are apparently so bad for you. (Although – and this may tell you everything you need to know about me – the bonus of crash diets is that at least you see effects quickly. I’m not good at patience and delayed gratification, clearly…) And I tried it out for a week, just now, and it’s not nearly as difficult to eat just 5/600 calories as you’d think. (You do end up drinking ridiculous quantities of water, but since I tend to be dehydrated normally, that’s a good thing!) It could be do-able in the longer term, it’s not like you can never eat again.
But some of the reviews I read – quite a lot of them, in fact – bothered me. I know that cutting your calories that far for a couple of days a week is probably not going to kill anyone, and it sounds scarier than it actually is. (At least, I’m assuming this is the case, since otherwise one assumes doctors would be all over the internet and/or the media, explaining what a terrible idea this is…) But the glowing reviews from people who are so proud of their self-control, who actually look forward to “fasting days”, who focus on every single calorie that passes their lips on those days? They sound pretty indistinguishable from anorexics, to me. Part-time anorexics, sure – the health risks are presumably avoided (or at least, minimised). But the thought process sounds pretty close from here, and I’m not sure that’s a healthy path to start down…
But clearly I need to do something different, because what I have been doing is obviously not working. I had some success a few years ago when – for other health issues, not weight management – I had to stop eating wheat and dairy for a while. Kilos melted by the minute. But I suspect that was more due to the calorie restrictions imposed by cutting out bread and cheese while living in France… Still, perhaps something like that would work better than starving myself twice a week. It will at least make me think about the food we’re cooking and plan better, cutting out a lot of the meals we’d otherwise default to, which have clearly been part of the problem. A change is as good as a rest and all that. I might do a mix of both diets and both cut out wheat and eat significantly less (though not as much less as just 500 calories) a couple of times a week, and see where that gets me.
I’m hoping that by putting this up here, even if there aren’t many of you reading this, it will help me remember that I want to change and eat more healthily, whatever that ends up looking like! Keep your fingers crossed for me, and let’s see how I get on over the next few months.