So here I am, back at my desk for the first time since my fabulous trip to New York. I’m jet-lagged and struggling to concentrate, but really chilled out. Having not managed to get a blog in before I left, I swore I’d get onto it as soon as I could.
New York was amazing. I’ve been lucky enough to visit there many times over the past few years, but it never disappoints. And this was my first trip as thin me! One of my goals (or, more accurately, one of the lights at the end of my diet tunnel) was this holiday, which has been planned for months. Whenever you mention New York, people’s first reaction tends to be ‘oh, you’ll do tons of shopping!’. Prior to this trip, that wasn’t the case. Shopping as an overweight person in London is bad enough, but shopping in the clothing mecca that is Manhattan is a thoroughly miserable experience. I so badly wanted to visit the city as a ‘normal’ person, and now I have. Despite the vagaries of the exchange rate at the moment I still managed to come home with an extra holdall of good value clothes … the timing of the diet and subsequent wardrobe clearout meant that I ended up with absolutely no warm winter togs so I promised myself a re-stock across the pond. And re-stock I did. I’m dreading looking at my bank balance …
Diet-wise I tried to be good, but it was bloody hard. As we all know, holidays are challenging things when it comes to what you consume because everyone wants to have a good time and let their hair down. Add to that the size of American portions, the fact that everything seems to come with a topping of melted cheese / mayo / pure lard and the fact that beer is the beverage of choice and it’s easy to be on a hiding to disaster. On a daily basis the three of us (me, the Boy and a friend) would comment on what we came to know as our ‘New York chub’ and lamented the tightening of our collective waistbands. To that end I refused point blank to make any purchases in a larger size than I’d achieved by the end of lighter life … if a sweater or a dress is a little snug at the moment then I’m damn well going to diet until it fits properly now I’m home. I’ve gone back on the wagon for the foreseeable future (partly because of the chub and partly in solidarity with a friend of mine who’s off the booze too) and I’m anticipating that it will make the difference that I need. Added to that, I’m cutting back on carbs and being very strict about portion sizes. I’m going to have to bite the bullet and get on the scales tonight so I can measure that success (or lack of it) and stay on track for my goal of a ‘perfect’ weight by the end of the year. The clock is ticking, and I need to get my act together.
Maybe it’s because my perspective is different now, but I couldn’t help noticing how much bigger the people in New York seemed to have become since my last visit in January 2007. I’ve always had a slightly Sex-And-The-City-esque view of Manhattanites as well-dressed, stylish urban types in considerably better physical shape than some of their counterparts in the ‘supersize zones’ of the USA, but this time I really did notice a difference. Thankfully, that difference was among the adults. There were very few examples of the terribly overweight children that I encountered on holiday in Tenerife. Perhaps New Yorkers are ahead of their European counterparts when it comes to changing the nutritional habits of their kids. Let’s hope so.
So now it’s back to reality with an unpleasant bump and not even the whiff of any time off until Christmas, but I can’t really complain 🙂 I just need to make sure that I stick to my resolutions and don’t use November and December as an opportunity to pile on the pounds, as many people do. I’ll be thin in January if it kills me! It’s my birthday in January so I’m always very reluctant to commit to hellish detox regimes … I’m going to buck the trend and do the detoxing this side of the festive season. That would genuinely make this the year that I proved to myself that nothing is impossible!
And talking of which … good luck Obama!