Week 3

One and a half pounds off. I must admit I feel slightly disappointed as I was expecting a slightly bigger weight loss.  I followed my plan completely and even started walking a bit.

 Here is my confession for the week though - obviously my disappointment gave me a crooked mind set and I had one major wobble when I got home after weighing in.  I have no idea why I did it but the fridge didn’t stand a chance.  It was a full-on raid.  I think my first thought was that I was looking for a ‘reward’ for being good all week and my second thought was that I had a week to correct anything that I stuffed into my mouth.  How stupid was that? I won’t tell you how disappointed I felt when I woke up the next morning.  I glanced at my shiny half a stone lost sticker on my book, put my certificate on the fridge and immediately switched back into SW mode.

Major catastrophe averted as I got back on the plan straight away and even went to the Gym and had a swim today.  Get me!  Catching site of ones ‘fat suit’ wobbling, huffing and sweating whilst straddling the equipment is exactly the incentive required to keep going.  Mirrors all around and nowhere to hide.  To top it all there were three very slim ladies chatting effortlessly whilst running on the treadmill while I was literally gasping for air at a walking pace.  I can move quicker when I have to though.  For example, the ladies changing rooms are housed only a few yards from the pool and I am able to open the door, de-robe the towel and enter the water at speed in the blink of the eye without a ripple on the surface. 

 As I said earlier, I am making an effort to walk more.  Our lovely old dog Beano came out on a mini hike with the girls and I in the pouring rain and he was not amused. His eyes said it all as he stood drenched with a muddy tide line around his middle and an expression which said “we had the whole summer (although that was quite wet too) to get active and of all of the days you could have chosen to kick start your weight loss, it had to be this one”. Anyway he slept in a towel for the rest of the day and is not as enthused about a walk out as he used to be.
 
On a really positive note for this week though, I think this is the first time I have got through a half term with less than half a bottle of wine consumed. I always believed that alcohol consumed during the school holidays didn’t count.  It was just a necessary factor in enabling you to get from the first day to the last without smothering your children. Now I realise you don’t have to reach for the cork screw just the headphones and disappear into your own space for a while.  No point in worrying about the house as it will be in a constant state of trash until they go back to school anyway.  One wine bottle, two Uncle Ben’s sauce jars; a couple of beer bottles and an empty mint sauce jar occupy our recycling box.  I can hold my head high.  Maybe I should leave a note for the recycling boys to let them know that the empty box does not reflect that a serious illness has bestowed me.

Anyway, bring on week three.  Seven and a half pounds of fat gone forever and Sixty two and a half pounds to go.

Sx

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