Weigh-in Wednesday(late again) – week 5

I’m as flaky as a, well, flake at the moment… I’m still playing catching up after my massive depressive episode and plus my hubs has been poorly(will explain more later on that).

So this Wednesday was my week 5 weigh in and I was shitting it.  I’d not been sticking to plan and I was expecting a gain.  I was also full of cold and my body wanted bread and nothing else. Continue reading “Weigh-in Wednesday(late again) – week 5”

Weigh in Wednesday – Week Four update

I’m very behind – apologies – life has been a little hectic and my brain frazzled so consider this weeks two and three as well as four…

Four weeks in and I’m loving Slimming World this time round – I’m enjoying creating and eating beautiful dishes and for me spending an hour or two a day in the kitchen cooking is doing me the world of good depression-wise. Continue reading “Weigh in Wednesday – Week Four update”

Explaining veggie life to a toddler

I came across an interesting thing today.

My son and husband are both meat eaters and I cook them meals containing meat daily.

I’m vegetarian because I don’t like the taste of meat; there’s no political or radical reason, I just can’t stomach it and I decided to give it up. Continue reading “Explaining veggie life to a toddler”

When you stray off plan 

This post is coming to you live from my stupid binge-eater-depression head.

The problem with being depressed, binge eating and being overweight is that I have to lose weight and try and overcome my demons at the same time… and most of the time I find it easy to stick to plan(Slimming World) and I can keep myself on an even keel. Continue reading “When you stray off plan “

Living life as a binge-eater & embracing it

I know what you must be thinking – “embracing binge-eating” – has she lost her fucking mind?

I think I’ve talked about my problems with food but I can’t remember -downside to these dodgy anti-depressants is that they can take up to six months to come out of my system fully and while I’m so much better my memory is shocking.

Warning – if you suffer from any form of eating disorder, you may find this a trigger.

So, a quick back-story… cue some cheesy 90s boyband love tripe in the background.

I can remember feeling depressed when I was 12; I hated school and I was such a sad act and I wasn’t overweight but in my head I was huge.  I stopped one night on my walk home from school and bought £2 worth of sweets.  I went and hid in the park and ate the lot in one go.  I felt sick, but I felt in control.

In my head it felt like a release – at home, school, everywhere, I was told what to do, what to wear, how to act and how to live my life and I found that to hide away and eat what I wanted felt so good.

It became a regular thing and in my late teens it turned into purging, which I only stopped when I had my tonsils out age 24.  I’ve yoyo’d for years and I know I’ve abused my body through my bingeing but it is what it is and it’s a part of me.

For those who don’t know how it feels to binge eat, it’s a sort of vicious cycle.  It starts with an emotion – happy, sad, anything can do it, and it sets off an alarm in my head which tells me that eating will make me feel better.

I can try to ignore it but it doesn’t go away – it eats away at me until I have to give in and eat, usually junk or something of a large volume or size.

I don’t have a go-to binge food – generally for me it can be pizza, I guess thinking about it it’s normally something cheesy or salty.

Once I started eating it I cannot stop myself – my head tells me that I need it and I have to eat the whole thing or the whole multi-pack.  I know this comes from being told to never leave my plate empty as a child.

As soon as I stop about twenty minutes later my stomach will start to hurt and make me feel sick where I have eaten too much and too quickly.

Then I feel guilty, sad, fat, and horrible.  And so the cycle begins again.

As a child I was always ‘a good eater’ and ‘well-built’, as I got older comments from friends, family, even stranger turned to my size and figure.

I was always skinny with a pot-belly and I can remember being told my belly was big, I guess as I’ve got older things like this have stuck in my head and I’ve never shaken them.

So now as a 32-year-old mum and wife I know I may never stop or break the habit or binge-eating as it has become a part of me.

But now I choose to embrace it and manage it rather than letting it define me.

One thing I feel very passionate about is the terrible awareness around eating disorders in overweight people – people see you as greedy and laugh if you suggest disordered eating maybe a factor.

In January a doctor in the NHS laughed at me and told me to eat less and walk more when I cried and told him about my binge eating problems.

I’ll save this for another post but it’s so wrong in this day in age when we live such diverse and varied lives that this stigma and stereotyping towards overweight people still exists.

So… how do I embrace and control it?

Over on my Instagram stories I’ve talked about my post weigh-in controlled binge and as much as it looks like a load of bollocks it’s really working for me and helps me so much.

I weigh-in at 9.30am on a Wednesday morning and I allow myself a one hour window to eat what I like and it be ‘off-plan’.

I did my food shopping and felt a little bit like a binge may come on so I bought whatever I fancied – today it was a pain au chocolat  and a bag of posh crisps.

I went home and set a timer for an hour, and in that hour, I told myself I could binge as much as I wanted to.

Sounds crazy right?

Letting myself do it seems to keep it to a minimum – I couldn’t wait for the hour to end and now it’s done I feel okay and I didn’t go over the top.

For the rest of the day I will stick to plan and syn as usual – but I never syn a binge.

Maybe you have experience of this – have you found ways of coping?

Lisa x

Back to Fat Club

I’ve been on a slippery slope for a while now and with everything going on depression wise I’ve neglected my body.

Big time.

I’m not sure why I’m finding things so hard this time – I just can’t seem to find the motivation and willpower and I’m stuck in an awful mindset. Continue reading “Back to Fat Club”


I’m a sucker for Instagram shopping and I love to discover new and exciting things to try – much to the dismay of my bank balance.

I came across Motivacelet a little while back and love the idea- bracelets to count weight loss that are subtle but so pretty and you can use for a number of things.

It’s such a simple concept – you choose a bracelet and add counters per unit of weight you lose, and it can be your little secret or shown off to the world as you lose weight.

You don’t have to use it just for weight – why not count inches, centimetres, or anything you like.

I am pleased to say I have one of the beautiful Active bangles to give away to one lucky person – please see below to enter and good luck!

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