… is near impossible.
In Australia, if I want to lose weight, I can eat as much as I feel necessary, and merely substitute normal food with fake, preservative-full semblences of their former, full-fat selves. I don’t use oil, I use canola spray. I can read nutritional information on the back of any food that I buy. I can go to Weight Watchers.
In Australia, I’m not bombarded by beer on literally every corner, and often in between, the smell from deep fried food kiosks wafting over the streets, and sour cream or mayonnaise on bucketed over almost everything I order in a restaurant.
It’s taken me over a year to realise this, but my eyes have been opened. After much research, I realised what I have to do.
I have to eat and drink less. And in the long Kyiv winter, that’s easier typed than done.