Embarking on a change for me is always terribly exciting. In my head, that is! The planning is ecstasy. The vision of the post change scenario – sublime. The outcome – ravishing. And then in between that and the new reality is “the process”. Sigh, this is often where I often get lost!

I have just finished reading Geneen Roth’s “Women, Food and God” and this blog is meant to be a journey of change and making sure I am no longer masking the things that creep into my head, that I need to deal with, with a food issue. The book speaks of us keeping ourselves obsessed with food and weight, to avoid other issues we should be processing (Mmmh…there’s THAT word again). My girlfriends and I over the last twenty years, have analysed and “tut-tutted” our way through our food issues. We have dieted, squeezed ourselves into clothes that allow us breathe at the very top of your lungs, in tiny gulps and not participated in life because we did not want to have to wear something as simple as a bathing suit. Attacking the problem with the same solution (a diet) now seems like a definition of insanity. So we are off to try something NEW!

So how did day one start for me…I woke up at 5:50am and was VERY tempted to set the alarm for 6:50am and roll over saying “I woke, I saw, I was conquered” – but I had made a commitment to myself that this was the only time today that exercise was going to manage to fit into my schedule. With the sky as black and as thick as my Labrador’s coat, we ventured out into the suburban darkness. The dog was much more enthusiastic than her lead controller! Thirty minutes at-5 degrees-with-a-puffy-jacket-purchased-in-a-New York-city-blizzard later, I returned home remarkably refreshed and fairly proud of my neighbourhood cat-burglar slinking. The fresh air must have stimulated my brain, because, while I was making breakfast (a boiled egg on toast) and preparing dinner (a roast chicken that my daughter would later pop in the oven), I solved an age old question: “What came first, the chicken or the egg?”. It is simple guys, breakfast comes first and preparing a chicken at 7:30am, makes you queasy enough to realise it must be the egg, because there is no way you can face the chicken so early!

My day was a success in terms of only eating that which fuels my loveliness, I am filled with fresh fruit, fresh vegetables, salads and salmon and a very yummy, roast chicken. I don’t feel hungry. I don’t feel deprived and I don’t feel like I need to obsess about that which I chose not to eat. Let’s see what tomorrow brings…

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Tanya No Dieting