Like Sundayschild, I do not like vegetables. I never have. Some even make me sick to my stomach if I even smell them since I had my daughter. I was recently diagnosed with diabetes (which was brought on from being over weight) and our local health unit put on a diabetes education program. One of the speakers was a dietician. She told us when making meals people always go for the vegetables but what about fruit? There is nothing wrong with slicing up an apple or another favorite fruit and putting it on the plate where the vegetables would be.
Another thing she taught us is portion control. I come from a family that had the idea that you are to eat everything on your plate. I have been doing that my whole life and I have paid the price. I have learned, however, about proper portions. A serving of chicken, for example, is not the whole breast but more likely half of it. A serving of any meat is usually no larger than a deck of cards. Another good way to keep the proper portion is to look at your plate. 1/2 of the plate should be fruits or vegetables, 1/4 should be starches like bread, rice, pasta etc, and the other 1/4 should be meat or protein.
Getting used to smaller portion sizes does take some getting used to. For the first few days I didn't feel full, like I was getting enough to eat but after a while my stomach shrank (mentally of course) and now I can't even imagine eating as much as I used to. As a result, just by eating proper portion sizes and having a small snack in between meals I lost 25 lbs. Just by doing that alone, I lost all that weight.
I have also been taking my daughter as an example. When she eats, she only eats until she isn't hungry anymore. When she is full, she walks away. She doesn't stuff herself until all of the food is gone and she has that uncomfortable full feeling, she east until she is sattisfied.
I have alwasy been an emotional eater. When I get upset, I would grab a bag of potatoe chips and just eat the whole thing. Now, when I get that urge, I do something else...anything else, to take my mind off it. I go do housework, mow the lawn ANYTHING that gets me away from the kitchen and potentially stuffing myself full of junk.
I still have a very long way to go, about another 100 pounds, but I am determined to lose it, even if it takes me years, I will do it. I am tired of being fat and miserable, unable to keep up with my daughter, always tired, and not being able to wear the kinds of clothes that I want to wear. But instead of getting down about it I decided to take resposibility for what I have done to myself and fix it!