I’ve asked myself so many times how to lose weight, that it became almost a ritual that every six months I start a weight loss program meant to help me fit in my clothes. Some of them are successful, but there were programs which made me even fatter after I finished them. In all this rat race of getting rid of a few or more pounds, I’ve started asking myself why are we doing this to ourselves. Why, instead of enjoying life and feeling good, we should feel miserable and never be content with our body? For instance, last year, during my Royal cruise on the Caribbeans, I was totally unhappy, because I was so fat that I was ashamed to take my clothes off and relax in the deck pool which was just great. I still wonder why I just sat there, on a beach chair, completely dressed and sweating like hell? Well, weight loss is not easy, and I surely saw that I’d rather try to accommodate myself with the idea of being big rather than trying all those diets and feeling frustrated each time I go to the beach.
I’m fat. So what? I simply cannot overcome my food addiction, so I suppose I’m blamed to buy bigger clothes every two years. Taking into consideration that I’m only 40, can you imagine how big my outfits will be in 20 years from now? It is very strange that my addiction for chocolate and cookies actually made me encounter some great people who share my passion. Now we exchange recipes and have fun.