Private Hour: Is it okay to go on a diet anymore?
When your phone can no longer enable 'face recognition' you know there's a problem
I have got fat. Now, that’s not where you take a sharp intake of breath and go ‘how can you be so cruel to yourself?!’ It is a fact. My dresses from two summers ago won’t go near me. I have spend the last few weeks eating pasta for lunch and dinner. I started doing Joe Wicks every lunchtime on holiday and then decided I’d much prefer to sit and eat a Cornetto. Anyway, the point is I need a sensible intervention.
Readers of this column will know I have had a somewhat complex ‘journey’ with my body. (You can read it here if you haven’t), but you’ll also know that most people tend to feel better when they can fit into at least half of their wardrobe and their feet don’t look like Challah loaves in their gladiator sandals. This is a truth the world does not want to acknowledge right now, but it is true nevertheless.
The only time I successfully took off any weight was when I handed myself over to Weight Watchers and lost a stone slowly and successfully on the eve of my 40th birthday. Goop-inspired juice cleanses felt dangerous. The 5:2 made me feel dangerous. Whilst a sugar-free existence seems too tragic a way to live your life when we live in a world that contains cinnamon-covered pretzels.