7th March 2017: Day 47 - A Cheesy Tale
The date, 7th March 2016; the place, Scottsdale Arizona; the time, around 9am. A year ago (I look at the clock on my computer and see that in 12 minutes time it will be exactly a year ago, Arizona time). We assemble in the main room at Blair Singer’s training centre for UPDP, the Ultimate Personal Development Programme. In the course of the morning Blair invites us to make a commitment. A commitment to completely change our eating habits for the next four and a half days.
I agree to eat nothing but protein in the form of meat/fish and green vegetables. The only sugar intake comes in the form of a Mack shake, made up of an apple, a pear, a banana and orange juice. All part of the 3/2 (three two) diet that was developed by Mack Newton, Blair’s partner on UPDP. I agree to commit to changing my eating habits for four and a half days, not knowing that it will completely change my self-concept. I am weighed.
Over the course of the next four and a half days we are encouraged to think about keeping up with the diet for at least three weeks, to detoxify our systems properly. I nod yes but secretly look forward to the big bar of Dairy Milk (chocolate) sitting in my suitcase.
On the flight home I think.
I’m not a big meat eater, definitely not steaks and burgers, chicken is mostly it for me. We continue with the programme. We exercise, we learn, about being in a team, about selling, about ourselves.
Day four and a half. We are weighed again. I have lost 6 lbs. The biggest weight loss among the women, but then I had the most weight to lose. I commit to completing the 3 weeks. The Dairy Milk chocolate comes home with me and sits in the cupboard.
Week 3. Another 6lbs gone. The Dairy Milk waits for me.
I stick with the protein and vegetables but include other types of vegetables not just green and other types of protein, not just meat and fish. I exercise 3 times a week and walk as much as I can.
Fast forward 6 months and the weight continues to drop. 28lbs to be exact. My clothes are more comfortable, my confidence high again. I am capable of doing what I set out to do.
I move out of my flat and give away the Dairy Milk.
I fly to Nigeria and teach a group of women. I keep going with the diet, with variations, even out there. In November I return to Arizona. The weight has dropped but I am bigger than I was. I am more present than I was in March.
And so it goes, until today, one year on and I haven’t touched potatoes, or rice, or milk or cheese. I haven’t drunk coffee or coke, or sprite or fanta. The weight dropped and I continue to grow bigger and bigger and powerful and present.
Today, I eat cheese sauce for the first time. Not dairy cheese, but a raw, vegan equivalent made from cashew nuts, spring onions, lemon juice and nutritional yeast. And it is surprisingly tasty. It kind of tastes like cheese but you know it’s cashew, if you know what I mean. I eat it with cauliflower.
It's kinda delicious.
This time last year I was 28lbs heavier but a smaller woman with smaller dreams and a smaller sense of myself. Today I am lighter but I am bigger. More powerful. More me.
3 days to go