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As you know, I turned 30 last month.
I have decided to give myself a present. One that I’m going to carry with me for the rest of my life.
I am giving myself permission to not go on a diet. Ever again.
I was inspired by all the I heart my body love a couple of weeks ago. There were so many great, honest posts going around, and they got me thinking.
I thought of all the amazing things about my body. The baby-growing and nurturing, the strength, the love.
I decided that I do heart mine. And that I was going to do right by it. I have been going to the gym. I eat fairly well, there is possibly a little too much sugar there, but I am not doing too badly.
And then mum came around and was talking about Dukan. My sister is on it too. They’ve both lost weight. Quickly. And they both look good. There is also a girl who works with Joe who has been on it for a while, and she looks good too.
And I started thinking maybe…
I mulled it over for about two days.
I can’t do it.
Moreover I don’t want to do it.
I have been on and off diets since I was 12.
I don’t want to count calories or points anymore, I don’t want a list of banned foods as long your arm, I don’t want to do protein only, low carb, fat-free.
I don’t want to think about food all the time.
Being so restricted for so long with pregnancy followed by Lula’s food intolerances while breastfeeding has made the thought of dieting by choice quite *ahem* unpalatable.
Yes, I want to be healthy. Yes I want to be hot!
But I am done with diets.
Healthy food. Exercise.
Less junk, but I won’t say no junk.
Even the cookie monster knows that cookies are a sometimes food.
And sometimes does not mean never.