The Horrid Four Letter Word - D I E T

Dieting is horrible. Ugh. Yes I do understand the dictionary meaning of diet, its supposed to be a positive thing or bla bla bla. Yep thats how my body understand diet - blah.

Before getting married or worse, when I was in my roaring twenties (19-24; I stopped counting when I passed quarter century old), I was a serial dieter. I tried diet pills and full salad meals in college, the 3 times/day calorie soup thing post graduation, skipping dinners and straight alcohol during clubbing phase and even vegetarian for months.
I went from a chubby, awkward teen of 63kg to sort-of a healthy 54kg girl in college and 47kg at my lowest. When I first reached 47kg successfully through depression and crazy dieting (small portion food intake, chugged on water and late night exercising), I took in people shocked faces when they exclaimed I'm too skinny as being a compliment.

It was until I felt more comfortable at social scenes that I begun to enjoy lunching and dining again. Then I met my husband and I went to my skinny mode again without dieting. I was too stressed out juggling wedding planning, renovating and moving into our townhouse all by myself at the same time.

After my wedding, my weight went back to healthy 52kg, I had a little 'pouch' but was still able to wear bikini by sucking in my breath for illusion of flat stomach.

I tried hard not to gain weight for my pregnancy, trying to only reach 12kg healthy gain but to no avail. I was so happy during my pregnancy, that I enjoyed all forms of living styles, which includes food. Thus, I gained and my weight peaked till 68kg. I was very optimistic to lose the weight by thinking to exercise with my baby.

Dream on.

Its been 7months already, and the extra 5kg still shows up on the weighing machine. I tried to eat less carbs, sugar, sodium and even lesser for my last meal by 6pm. When I remember my past dietings, I almost gag when I see those diet soup sachets. I still run to my kitchen and open my snack cupboard to gorge on sweets during late night cravings.

The solution to my woes is simple - exercise but exercise doesn't seem to exist in my dictionary. There is a diet though which is good and worked well for me, which is Eat By Your Blood Type. I'm AB, which means no dark meat and no rice, which means quite impossible because I can't give up on my beef now when I'm enjoying every bite of it (I gave beef up for dieting sake and didn't eat beef for a full decade).

So... I guess I just have to eat 'healthy' as possible and try not to read food blogs at these hours to spare myself the misery of seeing the weighing machine the next morning...