The 2-Day Diet and Me

My name is Laura and I work for Prevent Breast Cancer, and quite frankly, I need to lose weight. Luckily for ‘big boned’ me, here at Prevent Breast Cancer we fund Dr. Michelle Harvie, the UK’s first dietitian looking at the link between diet and breast cancer. I have now decided to turn my life around (again, but once and for all) and embrace The 2-Day Diet, whilst keeping a blog of my thoughts, findings and hopefully, my weight loss.

First, a bit more about me. I have always been what you would call ‘curvy’ and also somewhat meatier than most of my peers. The main problem is that I’m greedy and I like lying down, which aren’t a good combination for keeping a svelte figure (unless you’ve been graced with good genes…thanks for nothing Dad). Don’t get me wrong, I have been a lot bigger than present day, but then I’ve also been a lot smaller. When I was 21, I reached the dazzling heights of the 15 stone mark after a year of indulging at university in France. My size 18 trousers may have been digging in, but I ate rich buttery pastries in abundance, and I drank beer and vin rouge as though my life depended on it. I managed to slim down a bit when I got home, but it wasn’t to last. That was until I got unceremoniously dumped on a Greek island five years later by my then fiancé, and yes, you read that right, a Greek island, Kefalonia to be precise (I can no longer watch Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, without wanting to punch the television).

Well, let me tell you, the heartbreak diet was the best diet I’d ever been on. In time I discovered I had cheekbones, collarbones; bones I didn’t know even existed, that had lay hidden behind soft rolls of fat since, well, birth. I discovered a love for Zumba and running, and I walked my dog most nights for an hour…in my pyjamas…whilst crying. My Dad said he never worried about me getting attacked on my own late at night, as people would clearly be crossing the road if they saw me power walking towards them whilst high-pitch wailing. In all honesty, I got a bit too obsessed with exercising, and wasn’t happy. I may have been thin, but I was also utterly miserable. 

Me at my heaviest, and then at my lightest.

Me at my heaviest, and then at my lightest.

I have always used food as a source of comfort, a way of celebrating, a way of commiserating. Had a bad day, let’s eat cheese. Had a good day, let’s eat cheese. My memories are also largely food based. I can’t really remember what topics I studied for my Degree, but I can tell you the first time I had carrot cake (Circus Circus, Las Vegas – July 1996), or when I insisted at the age of 8 of having fresh sweetcorn smothered in salty butter from the roadside vendor each evening in Corfu. I just don’t seem to have an off switch when it comes to food, and even now I go through phases of having multiple dinners in the evening (OK,most nights at the moment). My beautiful Mum (four kids and over three stone lighter than me) can’t get her head around this. She doesn’t understand how I could easily eat a pack of biscuits, when she can eat 1 or 2, and then put the packet back in the cupboard. This from the woman who was given Guinness as a child to be fattened up, and who had to have her size 8 wedding dress taken in. Suffice to say, I wasn’t blessed with my Mum’s genes, or indeed, her evident willpower.

Fast forward to modern day Laura: The weight is back on by at least 2 stone, but I’m extremely happy in my general life. The only areas I feel I can most definitely improve on are my lifestyle choices regarding diet and exercise, because if I’m honest, I don’t bother with either, and then I complain A LOT about being fat. My brother is also getting married on my birthday in August, and I’m determined to wear a fabulous dress, and be brimming with confidence for the customary photos (i.e. no fear of double chins or belly overhang). Right now hardly anything in my wardrobe fits, and I refuse to buy new clothes when I have so many pretty dresses that I’ve bought to ‘slim in to’. I’m not at my biggest, but it’s a slippery slope and the clearest indication has already happened: I need bigger bras.

So, here I am, all 12 stone 6lbs of me (I have decided to be very honest to scare myself), ready to take on the world and claim back my body confidence by starting The 2-Day Diet. This diet as you may be aware was designed by research dietician Dr Michelle Harvie and Scientific director Prof Tony Howell, here at Prevent Breast Cancer. The diet is simple – you diet for just two consecutive days a week and eat normally for the other five, and you don’t have to fast, skip meals or feel hungry. It promises to help you shift unwanted pounds even when other diets have failed, and is both clinically proven and guaranteed to cause weight loss. Research suggests that women who achieve and maintain weight loss by following The 2-Day Diet reduce their risk in breast cancer simply by changing to this healthier diet and lifestyle plan. Clinical trials have also found The 2-Day Diet is better than daily diets for weight loss and for lowering levels of the hormone insulin which promotes cancer.

In my head, I don’t have a weight I wish to be, I just want my size 12 dresses to fit comfortably again (I’m quite tall, so this is ideal for me). I also know that I’m not getting any younger, and I need to eat well for older me. Currently 1 in every 9 women will get breast cancer, and I am determined to do everything I can to decrease my risk.

So, if you fancy coming along for the ride, please follow my blog updates. I can’t promise I’ll be an angel, as I’m only human, but I’m going to give it a jolly good try, whilst obviously still drinking the odd vin rouge along the way…