I am not diet person. All those million and one diet plans that tell you what you must eat, what you can't eat, and how to keep track of it all - it's not something I've ever been able to do. To tell you the truth, I've never tried all that hard either. I'm too much in love with food to sacrifice the majority of it, and I'm too ADHD to keep up with calories or carbs or points. Overall, I'm a pretty healthy person, still in the within recommended limits on the whole BMI scale (maybe on the higher end of it, but I'm still in there).
The problem was, a few months ago I had that bad photo reality moment. You know the one. You think you're looking pretty good, your mirror agrees, then you get a look at a picture someone just snapped of you, and suddenly, your day is destroyed. "When did my face get that round?," you ask yourself. "How is it that I didn't know my tummy pooched out that much?" Sigh. Yes, that happened to me. And it was at that moment that I knew something had to be done.
Now, I am happy to report that less than two months later, with no standard diet program at all, I have managed to drop off about eight pounds. Yay me! Eight pounds in eight weeks! Nothing to go brag to Dr. Phil about, but not bad for not really trying. And thus, I will share with you my secret. Ok, it's not a secret at all. I have no secrets. I tell everything.
1. I announced it. On Facebook, to 592 of my closest friends, I posted that I am going to lose weight. By doing that, I instantly made myself accountable. So I couldn't just go back the next day, see that pan of brownies my husband just whipped up, and conveniently forget the whole weight-loss thing. I had made a public commitment, not that anyone cared, but I cared, and that prodded me to stick to it.
2. I eat less. Boy gee, that's a shocker. Lose weight by eating less! Why has no one thought of this? But the thing is, while I ate less, I did not deprive myself. If I had tried, say, cutting out sugar, or giving up bread, I wouldn't have stuck to that for two foggy seconds. Not that I generally eat cake or pizza every day, but I do occasionally, just like I also eat salads and fruit. I always try to eat generally healthy, so my food choices didn't really need to change. The only difference is, I now put less on my plate.
3. I reduced my snacking. Previously, I would get extremely hungry between meals and was eating four to six between-meal snacks a day. That's a lot of extra food! Even though it was mostly granola bars and peanut butter crackers, it was still entirely too much. So I cut it down to two snacks a day. One between breakfast and lunch, and one mid-afternoon. I was really hungry the first day, but after that, I was just fine.
4 I started eating breakfast later. I know everybody talks about how breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and how it jumpstarts your metabolism, and blah-dee-blah. And maybe that's true and maybe it isn't, but my problem was, I was eating my bowl of cheerios when I first got out of bed at 5:30 a.m., and then by 10:00 I was hungry enough to eat a roadkill raccoon. So now, I wait until after I get to work to eat my breakfast. True, it's usually just a banana or a fruit bar, eaten over my keyboard, but I'm not a big breakfast eater anyway, so it wasn't a real sacrifice for me. The point is, by eating breakfast later in the morning, I wasn't as hungry by the time lunch rolled around, so I needed less snackage to tide me over.
And that's it! No calorie counting, no giving up bread, and no pills from the infomercial. Just those few little lifestyle tweaks, and within around eight weeks, I had lost eight pounds. Oh and tonight, I had a brownie. Just a little brownie.