Beware the Bite of Bananas

I love Bananas. Especially on freshly baked bread with a crunchy crust and a teaspoon or two of sugar sprinkled liberally across the piled butter and banana. So, I still have a weight problem and with Christmas coming next week it is not a good time to even think about cutting back on food, so I won't.

The only problem with putting a diet off yet again is that it just keeps getting easier and easier to  keep putting it off. Putting off dieting when you know you need to lose weight is like running ahead of a freight train thinking that you will be able to outrun the need to diet. But guess what? Those sugary mashed bananas and butter have a way of sticking with you that trips you up and brings one down to be absolutely steam rolled by that freight train. And this still doesn't mean you no longer have to go on a diet it simply means that you're even more spread out now.

I refuse to start another year with the new year resolution that I am going to lose weight this year. I totally refuse to have that as a new year resolution yet again because it would be like going forward into my past and I really, really don't want to go there ever again.

So I am going to start my diet mentally because I know that this actually worked for me when I lost 55kgs and even though I now have ten kilos to lose again, I know how I can. Once you have done something once and it has worked one feels much more confident again about doing something.

I was a twit for putting the ten kilos back on and I will share with you how it happened. I'm not excusing myself; I did it knowingly but took more pleasure from the comfort than I had when I was my right weight. Relationships and ill-health and loneliness does weird things to people's thinking. The other weird thing is keeping on doing something for the comfort feel even when you know it's wrong. Perhaps I need my psychiatrist again which is probably one of my better ideas lately.

So I am prepared to enjoy my comfort eating and lazy ways until January 3rd 2010. I have that date marked off in my desk daily-do-it book and my brain has it earmarked as going back to my old healthy ways where I felt really well and my knees and hips didn't hurt and I could bend over easily. The time where I could stride down the sands on the beach to the waters edge and paddle through the waves until I got tired of splashing myself.

If this is to be again then it's up to me. The first step in any journey begins with the thought so I am starting my lap band diet again; first in my head, then with my heart.