So here’s the skinny (pun intended I suppose): a year ago I was newly pregnant, just shy of obesity and living a “fat-tarian” lifestyle of bad vegetarian foods. A year later I’m 10 kilos heavier still and living on a diet of caffeine and sugar to get through the exhaustion of having a young baby. Looming over me is the knowledge that I know how to be healthy, but it is my last priority. I think most mums tend to make themselves the last priority. But I can’t keep on the road I’m on. I want a healthy life and a healthy family and if I don’t want my daughter to follow in my footsteps then I need to make this a priority now, before it’s her habits that need breaking too.
As I sit here feeding my four-month-old, I’m thinking about all of the diets I’ve been on, the countless pounds I’ve gained and lost and gained again, the life I want for my family… I’m reluctant to call my whole-food plant-based journey a “diet”. To me diets are quick fixes, they stop and start and always eventually end. I want to live healthy forever. Starting this food makeover is exciting and encouraging but I worry for the future. I worry about when I’m too tired to cook, when we go out to eat, and when the communal plate of sweets is passed to me at a mothers gathering. Will my conviction be there then? Because we all know starting is the easy part, it’s the sticking to it when the novelty wears off that’s the hard part.