For four decades I never weighed myself. If I had to be weighed by a medical professional, I always asked them not to tell me my weight. I didn't want to know. We have some bathroom scales but I had never stood upon them until eight days ago.
I had been contacted by The National Health Service in relation to a lung screening programme. Like all others in my age group who were agreeable, I was to be asked a series of questions over the telephone to determine whether or not I should move forward to the next stage - a full-blown MRI scan.
However, in order to proceed with the questions there were apparently two vital pieces of information they needed - my height and weight. I was trapped. Just before the scheduled call I ascended our stairs and stood on the scales. Six feet below I could see the number "19". Nineteen stones. Far more of me than there used to be.
There and then I decided to shed some weight and have already started what I call "The Yorkshire Pudding Diet". This is a diet that I have dreamt up myself without reference to any dietitians or so-called experts in the field. It does not involve any Yorkshire puddings. Because it is my own invention, I am sure I am more committed to it than I would otherwise be.
Essentially, the diet is this:-
No snacks apart from bits of fruit
Breakfast - fruit. Mostly homemade fruit salad with whatever we have in.
Lunch - microwaved fresh vegetables with predominantly tenderstem broccoli, sliced carrot and leek. Sometimes eaten with a small tin of sardines or mackerel in a tomato sauce.
Dinner (Yorkshire: Tea) Just the same as always. Tonight, for example, it will be steak pie from the butcher shop at Bents Green with homemade chips (American: fries), garden peas and gravy - followed by apple and bramble crumble and custard
For seven days, I have stuck to this diet and I swear that I have not craved extra food or snacks. Hopefully, gradually, this regime will see my weight falling. I am leaving it a while before I next get back on those righteous scales. At first, my goal is get down to eighteen stones and then we will see where we go from there.... seventeen, sixteen, fifteen - rather like the countdown for a rocket launch... or a skeleton launch.
This is the first diet I have ever been on my life. I know that if I can become less big it will enhance my chances of reaching eighty and seeing my grandchildren reach adolescence. That's big motivation I think.
By the way, my answers to the lung screening caller mean that I am not being put forward for the MRI scan.
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