I don’t do deprivation. Especially not during the gloomiest months of the year. Spring is very nearly in sight now but winter is always so long and miserable and I can never understand why on earth people chose to punish themselves even further by throwing themselves into all new all depriving diets come January. I honestly can’t think of a worse time. They must be mad. Surely winter is all about wholesome comfort food? Long cold walks and coming home to big fat roast dinners. Wholesome lunches of home made soup before a sneaky afternoon nana nap. Home from school to rib sticking stews. That’s what winter eating is all about for me.
Eating well doesn’t have to be a punishment, it can be just plain delicious! Of course I can partly understand the January dieters wanting to cut back after the excesses of Christmas but I think our body does a perfectly good job of detoxing all by itself. It has been doing it since time began. Trust me, cutting out the goose fat and chocolate coins for breakfast is as much of a detox as you need come January. I will never quite get why people choose to overindulge for the whole of December, punish themselves for it in January with a gruelling new diet before promptly falling off the wagon and face first into a box of Creme Eggs come February. Madness.
It’s no secret that I’ve lost a lot of weight over the last year or so by counting calories but actually the changes that I have made, I have made for good. It quickly became about eating well to feel good not just to lose weight. There is no way that I would go back to my old ways I didn’t realise just how bad I felt until I started to feel so good. In actual fact though, comfort food doesn’t have to be laden with calories to be delicious. I think there is a terrible misconception that eating well must involve some sort of tortuous deprivation element or else you are not doing it right. Rubbish. Being healthy doesn’t have to be about food that you’re not even sure how to pronounce or pretending to enjoy a bowl of lettuce leaves. Although I do love romaine with a lamb keema, it knocks the socks off a pile of stodgy rice. Seriously. And don’t even get me started on these silly juice fads. I’m quite sure that humans are meant to chew their food while they still have teeth in their head. Plenty of time to make use of the blender once we are in a nursing home folks! No solid food, that’s where the pleasure is at.
I guess what I am trying to say in a very long winded 513 words kind of way is that eating well doesn’t have to be torture. In fact it can even be a pleasure. It’s really not that complicated. Honest.
P.S. Are you following me on Instagram? You can find me (mostly) posting photos of my comfort food eating ways