Well guys, a lot of you are asking “what is it you are doing exactly?”, “How does it work?” and “what are you aloud to eat?” The answer to the latter is simple, I can eat whatever I choose to eat. The choices I make are my own and I am responsible for the good and the bad that enters my body. In relation to what it is I am doing, this is it in a nutshell. Once a week I attend at Karen Prendergast’s Transform4Life Clinic in Harolds Cross, Dublin. There is also a clinic in Cahir, Tipperary. The time I choose to come is up to me. It’s a very private place and I can honestly say I have never ran into anyone on my way in or out, so for those of you who are a bit shy, this is totally for you.
When I first started, I sat with Karen for nearly two hours. She took a detailed record of everything I had eaten and drank that week. Karen is all about swapping good habits for bad. She tailors a food plan to every individual taking into account the foods you enjoy eating. There are no shakes, pills or food substitutes. It’s basically a one on one meeting which after a while feels like a natter with a friend. Karen states that It’s not realistic to expect anyone to stop enjoying their life, so a night out or a takeaway has to be part of the plan. I just haven’t had a take away since I have started, but as you all know I have had plenty of nights out to make up for it.
Now for the question I am asked a lot “how much does it cost?” A six week in depth personalised weight loss programme is €250. A twelve week programme is €450. I personally think it’s a small price to lose weight. I don’t really enjoy the whole group experience. I get put off by the fear of being up a couple of pounds. I can honestly say that I now have a different relationship with food. I was at my sister in laws 40th on Saturday, there were platters of sausages, wings (which are my favourite), chips and dippers going around and I didn’t have one. It wasn’t even all that hard. I just decided in my head that it wasn’t worth all the hard work I have been putting in.
Now there was a speed wobble when the big giant vodka bottle shaped chocolate biscuit cake came out but I gathered myself together, took a deep intake of breath and realised that smell is half the taste and politely said no thanks. Ah who am I kidding, I stood drooling over it for about five minutes debating with my own conscience whether or not I should have a secret affair with a slice of the sweetly scented goddess but in the end my conscience won and I turned my back on it.
Thank god I did because when I hit the scales on Monday I wasn’t down a pound. Initially I was devastated and wanted to run out to the nearest deli and grab a jambon and a sausage roll but after some motivational words from Karen I walked out, unpeeled a mandarin and realised if this had happened at one of the many group meetings I used to go to I probably would have fallen off the wagon, but thanks to Karen I was just going to get back in the saddle and start all over again.