It’s true that offloading Bread and Beer focused my mind on a mini healthy-eating regime, and I did lose weight. From 92 kilos, I eventually hit 85 kilos. And stuck there. For months.
My corset size went down from 7 to 6, which was a tight fit. Nevertheless, it was progress to see a couple of inches vanish from my buttocks, plus a sliver off my chest and waist.
Probably the only time I measured a strange 40 inches on all three.
What I had failed to achieve - or understand - was any coordination between body weight loss and nutrition, and that’s what stalled me. As well as switching from Beer to Jägermeister – a digestive - followed later by cheap Whisky, alcohol was, and still is, a social part of my life.
But not advisable for long-term health. More on that later, mate.
I had to find out why.
With my hernia pain-free, I continued walking around the park for an hour 3 times a week. I covered around 7 kilos a visit.
If it wasn’t pelting down with rain. In a drizzle I’d walk with my umbrella to protect the worst, and I committed to this regime.
Award myself a bronze medal for perseverance, mate. During these walks, I had time to digest my situation – no pun intended.
What did I need to stimulate my body to lose weight? Not knowing that was the wrong approach and the wrong motivation.
Losing weight without good nutrition is a no-no. Hell, I was old enough to know better.
You are what you eat. And drink.
Stress also had a part to play. Without going into morbid details, my lifestyle affected my long-term relationship, and my financial situation in Thailand and the UK was being affected in more ways than one.
Hence my sleep patterns were sporadic, I suffered from stomach upsets – more of a nuisance than serious, but also indicators that my body wasn’t up to scratch.
I searched around for a solution.
Next week, if you sign in to my blog, I’ll continue my journey…