A rant to kick things off

Rant time. I’m kicking off this blog because I’m annoyed. And I needed to vent. It’s Friday. We’ve just had a Community bake-off at work. I chose not to participate as Thursday night’s are too crazy to do my best for a baking comp. I work until 6, then by the time I get home, cook and eat tea, it’s 7.30pm and by then it’s way too late to begin to clear away dinner dishes and then start baking. Anyway, that’s besides the point I’m making. The point is, just because I choose not to eat the cakes, pastries and savouries, doesn’t mean you have to feel sorry for me. A colleague said to me ‘there’s probably nothing you can eat but it’s all over there if you want anything’. My reply was ‘thanks, although I can eat what I like, I just choose not to’. I choose not to indulge in sugary treats at work because a) I’m trying to lose weight and get fit and b) because I choose to save my calories for weekends where I might be socialising with friends and enjoy a few glasses of champers. I’ve always used the word ‘diet’ but actually, my way of thinking has changed. Diet to me, sounds like yeah I’ll stop eating crap for a few weeks, lose some weight and then continue to eat healthy for a few more weeks and then progressively eat crap again until I’m back to square one. I’ve done it many, many times. This time though, it’s different. I’m choosing to make better decisions EVERY day. EVERY week. EVERY month. It’s been a year now. And it’s been tough. Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE the sweet stuff. LOVE chocolate and I’m more than partial to a few cheeses with crackers over some bubbles! But when I do indulge in those things, I just jump straight back into my normal lifestyle food choices. I want to be leaner. I want to be fitter. I want to not be the fat girl. Or the girl that would be ‘pretty if she lost weight’. So last year, I went about changing me. Granted, the fact that my brother started his fitness business helped immensely. I was given a free pass to classes and personal training. It was bloody hard work. I hurt every day. Actually, a year on, I still hurt every bloody day! But I’m used to it. It makes me realise I’ve worked hard. Anyway, the more classes I did, the fitter I became and the more weight I lost. Obvs. And here I am. 18kgs lighter with that elusive 20kgs milestone around the corner. I must admit, I thought I’d be there by now. I’m up and down like a yoyo every week. It’s so annoying. Anyway my point, is/was that this is my choice. As it is yours to eat whatever you like too. And you shouldn’t look at me with sorrow in your eyes when I say no to your sweet treats. It’s all good. In fact, it’s more than good. Life tastes pretty darn sweet right about now.

Chazzy.