Week 13

Half a pound off, my little slimming chicka dees.  Again, I thought it might have been slightly more but we are still going in the right direction.  Sadly no Spa Weekend to report back to you as lots of the fluffy white stuff getting in the way but re-booked for March. So as my sister says ‘we can look forward to it all over again!’ 

Here is a quick summary of my weight loss to date. It made me feel better to do this just to remind myself how it all adds up even with only a ½lb loss.

Week 1	+ 70lbs
Week 2	-6
Week 3	-1½
Week 4	-3
Week 5	-1
Week 6	-3
Week 7	-2
Week 8	-1
Week 9	-2
Week 10	-2½
Week 11	+1
Week 12	-2
Week 13	-½
To date	-23½

 

On a very positive note, I have definitely made a more conscious effort to walk further this week – which is probably why I feel slightly disappointed in the weight loss. The truth is that I have always enjoyed walking but as my weight began to increase, it became more and more uncomfortable and, to be honest, not a pleasure at all.  Anyway, this week, to help me stride out, I decided to invest in some new fandangle head phones to attach to my iPod.  Not the nasty ones that sit in your ears collecting ear wax or the foamy lined ones that slip off your ears but a super duper pair of extra large, extra padded ones.  In fact, they are not dissimilar to the ones that aircraft technicians use to guide aircrafts on-jetty at Heathrow.   Apart from the great sound, they keep my ears really warm under my woolly hat and if that means that I look like Princess Leia from Star Wars wandering around the village then, so be it. 

A slight continuation from last week...but I would still like to know how my body decides where and when it is going to burn my fat from as there is still no visible indication of fat loss from my upper hemisphere. Maybe, just maybe, there is a little army of people running around inside of me in a military fashion deciding;

“hmmmm ok chaps! This is operation fat burn, troops already deployed for tummy and buttocks area but our main challenge presents itself north of the belly button.  Battalion to re-group for debriefs on fat burn strategy and then to deploy north to push forward through the enemy lines.....we may need to dig in for sometime boys ...but remember.... this body needs you and we need to win the battle to win the war.”

Ok, possibly not, so maybe my body is similar to that of a camel where it believes that my two pointy things should only be utilised for an energy source in the extreme state of emergency or possibly famine. I guess that is just one of life’s little mysteries.

So, whether you loved it or hated it, it flurried down and the world became covered in the soft, white fluffy stuff and therein came my monumental challenge of putting on wellie boots.  If you are slim then this will mean nothing to you but should you have a roundish tummy and bigger than average boobs, then maybe you will be able to relate to my little challenge.  I can only put on my wellies if I hang on to an inanimate object, person or both – not that I know of many inanimate people, if you know what I mean.

Another snowy antic this week that really, really made me belly laugh included a photograph of my two ‘older’ nieces (who are both in their 20s) who found that sledging on an inflatable pink lilo bed was the way to go. Oh just priceless and you thought I was the only one who was a little mad. 

A few weeks ago, I mentioned the towels at the spa that were rather skimpy and that I could measure my weight loss by how far they would go round me.  Well, I have found the best measuring sticks ever...my girls.  They both put their arms around my waist (yes, I think I almost have one now) and they both said that they can not only touch their hands across my back but that they can hold their wrists on the other side.  Now, I have to say, that works for me on every level.

So as we stride into the latter parts of January 2013, I feel very positive. Whether this journey takes me half a pound a week or more, I will chip away at the weight loss and get where I need to be. I realise I am not perfect (please do not tell my husband) but I am just normal. It was never going to be a race or a new revelation in the dieting world; it was always going to be just a plod in the right direction with the right map.

And so to finish this week’s blog my wonderful chicka dees, I must declare that a minor miracle happened in our household this week.  Wait for it....  Somebody (other than I) changed the toilet roll in the downstairs loo.   http://www.bbc.co.uk/sing/hallelujah/

A monumental moment in the woodentops household and one to saviour.

So twenty three and a half a pound of fat gone, forty six and a half pound of fat to go Sx

P.s A huge apology to all of my teacher friends reading this, two of you already to MA standard and each of you, I am sure, itching to correct my interpretations of the English language.  Will love you all forever if you proof read my little book (before publication) and not cover my blogs in lots of red biro.  Huge love Sxx