For those that saw the title of this post and clicked on it thinking it must be a cultural post about a historic monument in Abu Dhabi, you are going to be disappointed. In fact the “Abu Dhabi stone” refers to the amount of weight that expats traditionally put on in their first twelve months in the country (more generally known as the “expat stone” as it happens elsewhere as well).
A recent survey found that more than 66% of men and 60% of women in the UAE are overweight or obese. Whilst these figures don’t differ significantly from those in the UK, and there are nearby countries with even higher figures (80% in Egypt for instance), the alarming fact is that they have risen rapidly in recent years, and continue to head in the wrong direction.
I don’t think there are any statistics showing how the figures break down between expats and UAE nationals (although obesity has traditionally been seen as a sign of wealth in the Arab world), but I suspect the expat community accounts for at least its fair share. Some of us (ie: me) will already fit in the category when we arrive, whereas others enjoy the expat lifestyle so much that in the first year they put on enough weight to move themselves firmly into the overweight or obese category.
What is it about the lifestyle I hear you ask? It’s a combination of “first world problems”: the long, lazy brunches with an endless supply of excellent food; an almost limitless selection of restaurants within reach in very cheap taxis; months of ideal BBQ weather; and retreating inside for dinner parties and so on in the hottest part of the year.
Of course all of this can be enjoyed in moderation by exercising a little self discipline but it can be hard sometimes with the endless sunshine not to feel you are on a permanent holiday. Couple that with the fact that many people work long hours, and can find it hard to get the exercise needed to burn off the calories being taken on board, and it can be easy for the weight to go in one direction only.
I said in an earlier post that my history of weight “problems” meant that this is an area that is firmly within my 2014 “quantified self” project. I’ve tracked my weight sporadically over the last ten years but decided that I must be more disciplined following the move over here, so that I would have early warning if things were heading in the wrong direction.
I’ve also been tracking my net calories, not religiously on a daily basis, but enough that I have an idea of what the broad balance is looking like. More about that in a future post.
And the results are in. In the spirit of transparency I share with you the graph showing the movement in my weight over the first year (I’m not quite transparent enough to include the numbers from the scale but you can see the general way things have gone).
- The increase between mid December and early January is (unsurprisingly) a result of the festive season, including lots of social activities in the UAE, then back to the UK for ten days of food and drink filled fun.
- On our return to Abu Dhabi I focused on trying to lose the “festive fat”, with reasonable success. My normal trend is to be more disciplined during the week, and relax a little at weekends, with the target of ending each weekend slightly lighter than I ended the previous one. This seems to generally work, with a few exceptions.
- Things slipped again in March, I’m not sure why, perhaps a combination of being busy at work, hence taking less exercise, and a busier social life, plus I was a little less disciplined about weighing myself regularly (hence the straight line), so didn’t have the “early warning”.
- My weight dropped dramatically in mid April, thanks to me trying the “Clean 9” programme that Jo had recently started selling. Thankfully it worked well, especially as it involved a detox, and a number of days drinking a (in my opinion) noxious pond water substance – I rather suspect that the rancid liquid that I cleaned out of the freezer a couple of weeks ago would have tasted nicer, although I didn’t check.
- Late April saw my birthday – and we celebrate “birthday weeks” round here – so things went off track once again, slowly creeping up to another peak in early July.
- I’m particularly pleased with July, which saw another steady reduction, almost to the point I got to on the “Clean 9” programme. This was through a combination of careful calorie watching and regular exercise. This was easier in July because Ramadan meant I was getting home a little earlier, and with Jo and the kids being back in the UK, I could go to the compound gym on most days without feeling I was impacting on time with them, etc. Also the restrictions on eating in public during Ramadan meant it was harder to “slip” and suddenly find myself eating a whole bag of sweets in the car.
- In August we were in Spain, and despite packing my gym clothes, I only wore them once. Our days consisted of lying by the pool reading, and going out for nice meals, which had an inevitable impact.
I’ve been back in the UAE for three weeks now and am managing a (very) gradual decline. I’m hoping that by going “public” with my journey I will shame myself into being even more disciplined about achieving a sustainable reduction, and getting to a point where Archie and Flossie don’t worry about me getting stuck in pipes at Yas Waterworld. Despite this the situation could have been much worse, and I’m certainly pleased I haven’t (yet) fallen victim to the Abu Dhabi stone.