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Let’s Nip This Bikini Body Bullsh*t in the Bud, Shall We?

Let’s Nip This Bikini Body Bullsh*t in the Bud, Shall We?

Urgh. So, January came and went – and with it, the usual ‘New Year, New You’ tripe that tends to do the rounds in our annual carnival of self-loathing and despair. And I watched, shouting crazed anti-diet one-liners into the abyss (and running 30 Days […]

The Psychology of Extremes; or, Why Diet Language is Making Us Sick

The Psychology of Extremes; or, Why Diet Language is Making Us Sick

Get a cup of tea, guys. This is likely to be a long ‘un. You ready? Okay. It’s been a bad week for international bullshit connoisseurs and my long-standing nemesis, the diet industry. And if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a moment to […]

A Beautiful Alternative to Shame Culture (In Which I Vandalise Magazines)

A Beautiful Alternative to Shame Culture (In Which I Vandalise Magazines)

I hate trashy magazines. And I particularly hated the recent Now magazine cover – as you’ll probably know, if you follow me on Twitter, because it caused me to fly into such a rage my poor ol’ Mum ended up having to bring me a cup of tea and a sandwich as I sat, hunched and sweary, over my laptop, at Christmas.

I hate them because I think they’re damaging, cruel, and unfair to both men and women – and if you’re into depressing statistics, click here to read my extended rant on the topic.

However, yesterday, as part of 30 Days of Good Stuff, I asked the following questions:

What do you love about your body?

What makes you beautiful?

Now, I spent most of the day dealing with a leak in my roof, and the fact that my site was down – but all day, messages were pouring in. And over 12 hours, they had a cumulative effect of making me realise all the things I love about my body, too. Even more than usual, that is.

And so, I found myself staying up until the early hours of the morning, getting high on Tipp-ex and Sharpie fumes, correcting two women’s magazines to reflect what these real, beautiful, amazing women think about their bodies.

For most, this kinda thinking didn’t come naturally, and a few said they struggled to find anything at all to love – but let’s face it. It’s not exactly surprising, in the context of a media landscape that’s pure shaming asshattery.

And that’s the point I want to make, right here.

Imagine if women’s magazine’s were like this, instead of this. Imagine if body positivity, rather than shame, were the norm. Imagine how much better life would be if 7 year old girls weren’t on diets, and rates of eating disorders weren’t going through the roof.

It’s doable guys. It’s totally doable.

I strongly, passionately believe that by moving the discourse towards something positive – something that makes it OK to be beautiful and loved, regardless of your shape, size, or any of the other things that make you amazing and different to everybody else – we could change the world.

I hope that, by the time you reach the end of this post, you’re as inspired as I was.

And whoever you are – you’re bloody gorgeous.

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Yet More Evidence That Our Body Shaming Culture Ruins Lives

Yet More Evidence That Our Body Shaming Culture Ruins Lives

Boom! Preachy headline. But y’know what? I stand by that. Because this morning, I posted the above statistic online: that one in four seven-year-old girls have tried to lose weight. I thought that in itself was pretty depressing – but then my very good friend […]

Body Shaming, and the Secret to Effective Weight Loss

Body Shaming, and the Secret to Effective Weight Loss

It’s the weekend. I’m supposed to be relaxing. And yet it would appear that things like this, and this, and this happen to me on weekends. And today, it seems, is no exception. So I’m just going to get right on in there and commence […]

Maybe I’m Not Making Myself Clear About the Scales

Maybe I’m Not Making Myself Clear About the Scales

In the last 48 hours, I’ve had no less than three – three – people tell me that they’ve been upset by the number on the scales at some point this week.

Ladies: the hell.

The hell? Are you kidding me? Seriously?

This state of affairs leaves me with no choice, because I’ve put my head in my hands so many times in the last few days I’m starting to bruise. It is time for tough love.

You are not determined by the number on the scales.

The number on the scales does not take into account who you are, what you’ve done, or how awesome you are as a person.

The number on the scales will give you a rough approximation of what you weigh. As in, the force on you due to gravity. It doesn’t take into account water retention, undigested food, or how recently you took a dump. And most importantly of all, the number on the scales doesn’t take into account your body composition.

I don’t know how many times I can say this. Your body composition is a much more accurate representation of your health than your weight. It is entirely possible to lose fat and inches, but gain muscle and thus, weight on the scale. This is what happens when you do all the right things.

This is also why, between these two photos, taken a few months ago, I plateaued for three weeks and then gained a pound:

Before After Pants Front

Look. Look what you made me do. I’m in my pants on the internet. Again.

But seriously: f*** the scales. The scales know nothing. They don’t know you, and they don’t know how you’re living your life.

The only person that knows how well you’ve been eating, and how much exercise you’ve been doing, is you. And if you’re going to eat well and exercise for three days, weigh yourself and immediately go dive head first into the biscuit tin when you haven’t lost a pound, then you haven’t taken in the mechanics of how healthy, sustainable weight loss works.

Part of the reason that extreme diets work  – you know, the ones I hate, like the Atkins, Cambridge, or whatever – is because they make you lose water and muscle. This is a bad thing, but it means you jump on the scales, and you’ve lost weight. Possibly also kidney function. Win.

Long-term health, however, is just that: long-term. You’re making an investment, so instead of getting the quick win hey-I-lost-sixteen-pounds-in-48-hours rush (and inevitable crash), you’re getting the pleasure of being healthy and happy. Oh, and you’ll get leaner, fitter, and you’ll probably also get great skin, hair and nails as an added bonus.

The scales are only tangentially relevant to this. They’re one approximate measurement of many.

This is something I haven’t always known. I didn’t wake up one day and stop caring about the scales. Nope, I’ve had to learn it, and it takes time for it to sink in. Lots of days of getting on the scales, being disappointed, and giving myself a stern talking to. Lots of days of beating myself up for beating myself up. I even hid the scales from myself for a week, in order to go cold turkey.

But now it’s clicked, I’m so much happier, and so much less neurotic. I’m comfortable. And it’s also given me the ability to make sure my priorities are in the right order.

I can focus on my fitness, my happiness, and my overall wellbeing. I can focus on eating the right things, and I can have a miniature raspberry chocolate tart without thinking I’m going to immediately gain three pounds. I don’t give a damn about the scales, because I’m too busy focusing on living my life in an awesome way.

A really awesome way.

So: here comes the tough love.

If you are still measuring your success on the scales, you are doing it wrong. You will not succeed in changing your lifestyle, or being happy when you’re still pinning your hopes on losing ten pounds the second you make a couple of lil’ changes. You haven’t got it yet.

I’m telling you this not to be mean, but because you deserve to be happy. I have to say this in such an angry, stressed out, urgent way because Weight Watchers, Diet Chef, and Slim Fast are all giving you the wrong message. Unlike them, I don’t have a multi-million dollar advertising budget. I’ve just got the internet equivalent of a pretty small soapbox.

However, from there, consider me declaring to you, personally:

You are not on The Biggest Loser. Your body is not something that can be changed in a day. You are not a number.

Speaking of numbers, I have posted something to this effect in 44 different posts. Go read ’em.

And when you’re done, put the scales away and focus on living a healthy life. Go by your dress size, your energy levels, your measurements, whatever.

Just please – please – stop giving a damn about the scales.