Week 11

Hmmm, a little blip, 1lb on.  Ok, I have just returned from a week in sunny Tenerife so I should be thankful it is only a pound but the truth is I didn’t put the weight on until I got back. For at least 3 days of my holiday I was hit with the delightful flu type bug that is doing the rounds.  The only benefit of this scenario was that I didn’t feel like eating or drinking.  The morning after we got back into the UK I weighed myself and was delighted to find I was on track with a couple of pounds off.  Hurrah and how clever I am to go on holiday and not put on half a stone.  This sense of euphoria slightly overflowed and for the next 3 days I enjoyed finishing off the port and the lump of stilton in the fridge and just about anything else I thought I could get away with.  Absolutely stupid.  And to top it all, last night after weigh in and after my first gain, I finished the wine that was open on the side and hit the fridge again.  Even more stupid.  So battery removed from scales in the bathroom and re-focused like you cannot believe.  I went for an extra long swim this morning and am now back in the zone despite losing a contact lens and winking at everybody as I left the building and also to all on-coming traffic during the drive home. I know it is only a pound but it is a pound in the wrong direction and it makes me feel uneasy.

So back to the holiday which was lovely except for the sickness bit.  I should have realised I was going down with something because my patience level on boarding the plane was rather low.  Firstly, the plane was so full to capacity that it was a bit of a bun fight getting to the back where I had booked our seats  (I booked these seats specifically because a recent TV program confirmed it was the safest place to sit, especially if the aircraft drops 30 thousand feet into water).  So after the most disorganised embarkation ever, I made it into my rather snug aisle seat, adjusted my seat belt and strapped myself in -  although to be honest the seat belt was probably surplus to requirement  as my backside was already wedged in firmly and not likely to budge even if we did drop 30 thousand feet into water.  So as comfortable as I possibly could be I waited intently for the safety briefing, only to be rudely interrupted by a last minute male passenger rushing to his seat who didn’t believe that the hand baggage allowance applied to him.   The only space left in the overhead lockers was above me.  It was all he could do to lift the case above his head whilst trying to ram his overweight, over sized bag into the space left while at the same time thrusting his groin backwards and forwards, only a few inches from my face.  My glare and intermittent growling said it all.

So the flu hit with a vengeance and poor Alan hiked out looking for drugs with our youngest.  Three hours later (no, I am not kidding), two beer stops and two wee stops later he eventually managed to find a pharmacy open.  Part of this magical mystery tour included a one kilometre walk down the TF1 motorway only to discover the next day that there was a pharmacy open just around the corner from where we were staying.

Anyway, later in the week, when I was feeling a bit better, we took the girls to the Siam Water Park.  Alan went off and enjoyed the rides whilst I enjoyed my favourite past time of people watching.  There is no room to hide any of your attributes at a water park as you have to parade around with just your swimwear on.  I felt like a fat old woman in my ‘safe, firm support, black wedgie swimming costume whilst others glided around in beautiful bikinis and brightly coloured cossies.  Of course, not everybody got it right.  Skimpy leopard print bikinis should never be worn by anybody carrying more than one ounce of extra weight and English men should never ever wear budgie smugglers.  That’s the law.

So a huge mixture of feelings this week and a lot of mistakes made.  I think this may be one of the hardest weeks yet.  Hello 2013, twenty one pounds of fat gone, forty nine pounds to go. Sx