I'm trying

To loose lose weight.

It's proving difficult. In the past I have lost weight before, most notably a bit at 'varsity. To do this, I cut out carbs entirely for two meals of the day - I only ate carbs at breakfast. The down side to this was that I was so carb-manic come breakfast time that I would go mad - croissants, corn flakes, toast, muffins, french toast, you name it. Any carb on offer was thrown down my gullet. Then, at lunch and dinner, I would pick through my food, removing every grain of rice and leaving all potatoes on the side of my plate. Heartbreaking, I'll tell you - the potatoes were often the only decent part of a res meal.

So now, after arriving in the UK, let's just say I went a little 'fast food crazy'. More like, MacDonalds and Burger King crazy. Plus the fact that Ian and I simply had to wade through flavour after flavour of Ben & Jerry's and Haagen Daz probably didn't contribute to any slimming effort.

The crap part is - when you realise that you've gained weight, you start to implement better eating, more physical activity - and the results are painfully slooow.
Oh, gaining weight is the easy part. That happens nice and fast. When you've also got a government-issue contraceptive pill, it happens really really fast.

Discussing it with Ian last night, he identified what I think might be the key to success for me.
My exercise style has always been more that of a sprinter than that of a long-distancer. I have almost NO endurance - I can do short sharp bursts of activity but can't handle the longer, more self-discipline-requiring types of exercise. My dad runs marathons, has run the Comrades 4 times, my sister can cycle far and long - I just don't have the capacity.
OR - THE SELF-DISCIPLINE.

Now this is fine - because maybe, just maybe, I might be able to cultivate it. According to Ian, this is why my gym exercise has often not produced the visible results my non-carb phase did; I have been a lazy gymmer.
Oxymoronic as it may seem, it may just be the thing that makes the difference between seeing enough of a result from this gym effort to keep me on track, and failure - being the inevitable lazy excuse-finding not to go to gym.