Monthly Archives: October 2012

Faux food (you’re not fooling anyone!)

Tonight I caught myself eating a dairy free, wheat free, gluten free, nut free [flavour fee] chocolate biscuit and trying to convince myself it tasted OK.

It did not.

Because I’m trying to stick to a FODMAPS diet and look after my irritable tummy, I try to still buy items that I used to eat but that are FODMAPS friendly.  Most of them are close enough in taste that I don’t feel like I’m missing out, but every now and then you come across a product that is wrong, wrong, wrong.

For example, lactose free yoghurt is very tasty, but gluten free, nut free, dairy free chocolate isn’t!

I can sum up all that is wrong with trying to eat NQR (not quite right) food in two words: egg substitute.

I have a good friend at work who is a strict vegan.

I don’t know how she does it.

Mind you, since she’s turned vegan she is hardly ever sick and she has lost heaps of weight!

There are times when I feel like throwing caution to the wind and eating a big bowl of Weet Bix with full cream milk.  Of course I don’t, because that would be catastrophic!

But I do rebel against my irritable bowel in small ways – hell, sometimes I eat cake and biscuits with  – wait for it – wheat and flour!!!!

Of course, I am a bit gassy for the day and look about 45 weeks pregnant, but hey life’s too short!

I think my husband thinks I’m fat!

Or maybe I’m paranoid?

Because let’s face it, I AM back to my heaviest weight – again!

But why do I think my husband thinks I’m fat?

Well, he DID suggest I rejoin the gym.

Admittedly, he was just trying to be supportive because he knows I’m struggling with trying to get back on to the weight loss track.

But when he suggested the gym thing, the narky bitch inside my head was screaming out, “Why don’t you just come out and say I’m fat!”

Because as all of us who have struggled with their weight may understand, there is always that period of denial where you think that you’ve just put on a tiny bit of weight and no one will notice.

And then you discover your jeans are just a bit more snug than a little while ago.

And then the muffin top spill over becomes worse and worse and before you know it, your husband starts to look at you differently!

Or maybe I’m paranoid?

Hee Hee.

For me, it’s always an ah-hah moment – a big one after a few little alarm bells.

The most recent clincher?  I went out with my family yesterday to Scienceworks Museum .  A brilliant interactive Museum that has a special sports exhibition where you can measure your strength, height..and weight!

My husband and kids jumped on the scales and had a laugh at their weight and then ran off to the next exhibit. I skulked about a bit and them quietly slipped away and jumped on the scales. The numbers came up in bright red digital: 78.3 kilograms!

Yikes! And I’m only 162 cm.  Double yikes!  I didn’t realise I was that overweight and short!

Needless to say, I’m making an appointment for a gym program assessment this weekend.