He’s doing it, doing it, doing it WELL!

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A boy inspired me today.
A boy who, back in the day, used to accompany me to greasevilles like Burgerlicious, Star Bar and the pub for a sneaky wine.
A boy who is getting healthy, trim and taunt before my very eyes and – this is what hurts me – isn’t finding it hard.

I am impressed.

If you scan your beady little eyes over my earliest posts in The Journey So Far or even cast over some of the entries from the past six weeks, you will see I learn everything the hard way. Making the choice to be a healthy hottie over HEAVY heffa has been hard (get those Hs up ya!). I’ve binged, I’ve cried, I’ve beaten myself up, I’ve lost weight quickly, I’ve lost weight slowly. I honestly feel like I’ve done it all in the past 10 months.

But this boy, two months into his journey, is sailing through. He disappears when cake is served. He orders salad and lentil dishes while his mates gorge themselves sick. He hasn’t had chocolate in two months (GASP!). The best bit (for him): he isn’t craving crap. At all. I pumped him with questions this morning about his demon foods. He claims to have none anymore. When I first started FF I had a list of about 12 things I considered demon foods: chocolate, chips, pizza, cheese, biscuits, ice-cream… to name a few sugary/fatty menaces. Now I’ve realised the only real threat is chocolate. I can say no to the others easily. Let me repeat: he isn’t craving crap. AT ALL. Most of the time I don’t. Most of the time I’m an up-on-my-high-horse ambassador for eating well. But I have my limits.

To have him look me in the eye and tell me he is finding this easy… sigh.

I’ve gotta hand it to the boy.

He’s the George Clooney of Fat Fighting – suave, laid-back, casual about the ordeal.

Me? I’m the Nanny Fine of the FF World - whinging, cackling and causing a scene in every grocery aisle, restaurant and kitchen I frequent.

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