Growing Up On A Diet & Gaining 3 Stone
I remember the first time I thought I was fat and should start dieting. I was 11 years old changing for P.E in Drimoleague, West Cork, where I am from. As the youngest of 5 children, my parents and siblings were all on and off diets. There was a such a fear of getting fat in our house. Looking back, it was inevitable I was going to diet and develop a fear of food and getting fat. We had every diet book possible in our house. Soon I’d read them all and calculated my weight watcher’s points, tried the cabbage soup diet, the 3-day diet, the Anne Collins diet, you name it.
I interpreted the information as: there were “bad” foods and “good” foods. My aim was to eat “good” foods. I felt really guilty when I ate “bad” foods. Which used lead me to think I’d failed which would make me eat even more “bad” foods! After each diet failed, I’d have the next one lined up to start soon. In between I ate anything and everything, thinking I was soon going to cancel it out during the next diet. The diets never lasted more than a day or two. The more guilt and disappointment I felt, the more I ate.
After 10 years of this cycle, at the same height, I was 3 stone heavier. Surely, I’d get the magic bullet solution by completing my degree in Nutrition and Dietetics yes? No. As much as I learned relative to dietetics, understandably it had nothing to do with my mind-set with food or the thoughts in my head that were sabotaging me.