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The Yo-Yo and ‘I’ll start again on Monday’ factors…

I read others articles, blog posts, facebook and instagram posts on weight loss and health because obviously it interests me yet it alarms me to read that people are still doing more of the same rubbish that I was up to 20 years ago trying to lose weight.

One particularly horrifying tale was a water detox for 20 days! Really?

The writer was adamant that fasting was beneficial and I’m sure I’ve also read something along those lines too however this type of extreme fast should be highly controlled – think resting and taking naps, definitely not trying to live your normal life at the same time or exercising as it’s pretty dangerous – think passing out when you are trying to drive to work, and organs shutting down from lack of nutrients – and the worst part was that she wasn’t doing it this for health benefits, it was for weight loss.

No way people!

This got me thinking about the whole yo-yo thing and why it seems like we go on a cycle of ‘on the wagon’ and ‘off the wagon’ and having to ‘start again on Monday’ over and over again.

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The cheesecake is calling me…

cheesecake, binge eating, binging, overeating

I was reading an article on another blog, something about lasers stopping you eating, a very strange article – anyway it touched on overeating and encouraging people to seek help for something called a Binge Eating Disorder. Now I know there are some people caught up in serious issues with food and eating and sometimes it relates to emotional eating, boredom, self esteem issues and a whole host of other stuff of which I know nothing about, so I am not even going to attempt to write about something of which I have no knowledge.

However in my past experience with weight loss and food, I was an over eater; from having two or three pieces of toast rather than one, always seconds of food and dessert even if I was full, right through to sneaking the second and third donut and eating the whole packet of biscuits, feeling over full and sick and promising myself that I would be ‘good’ starting Monday.  Whatever that meant. Continue reading