Hello my fabulous chicka
dees! Welcome back! No doubt about it,
the summer holidays have presented a bit of a challenge in my weight loss
journey and I will confess, just to you, that I really did struggle with my
focus for just a little while. It all
started by having a ‘bad’ week and deciding not to weigh in. Why on earth do we do that? Who are we afraid to admit our ‘bad week’ to? The only person that is going to feel
disappointed is ourselves. Anyway, in my
mind, the trick is then not to leave it another week because then the damage
can really set in. When I did bite the bullet to face the big scary scales, I
had put on half a stone over 2 weeks. Oh
so easy to do. A massive wake up call
and a horrible feeling.
So, the first time I really started to slip was
when we all went on a 5 day mini excursion on our boat. It is a nautical phenomenon that the minute one
embarks upon water fairing vessel, ones arm resumes the drinking position
automatically and can remain in said state until boat is back on its permanent mooring. I am quite proud that I have mastered the art
of holding any glass, any shape, carrying any tipple on a perfect gimbal in all
weathers. Alas, despite the talent
involved, it is not a sport recognised
in the Olympics and it only serves to hinder any weight loss...and it did.
In fact, the only time I embarked on any
exercise during the five days was when we left Port Solent and were heading
back to Emsworth. All was flat calm as I
took up the tinkle challenge in our boats toilet - a similar size cubicle as you
would find on any Ryan Air flight but with better toilet roll and the comfort
of having ones lifejacket firmly secured before take off. It all started so well. Shortly after wedging myself in and assuming
the release position, the tide changed and a tidal race occurred. Or in non nautical terms, it basically began to
get a little bit more bouncy. This coupled with joining the shipping channel and
bobbing alongside the large Portsmouth ferries it all turned into an extreme
sport. Bum firmly wedged onto seat, left
foot against left side of cubicle and right foot against right side of cubicle
and hands flailing around trying to counter balance with anything. By the time I emerged, I felt like I had been
on one of the most challenging rides at Thorpe Park and thankful that my
lifejacket hadn’t inflated and that I also hadn’t needed to be extracted by the RNLI. Anyway, once things had settled down I
returned and sea flushed only to find seaweed and a couple of tiny baby sea shrimp
floating in a confusing and drunk state in the toilet bowl having also been on
the ‘ride of their lives.’
So after the mini panic and overwhelming certainty that I was not going to slip backwards with my weight loss I found myself trying to keep an eye on the ball at all times. I have kept up my swimming but realsie that, as mentioned before, I need to embark on a new fitness challenge to step it up. Gloria, bless her, has also struggled to maintain her fitness levels over the last few weeks so we have decided to put together a little joint regime to help us both get things back in focus.
In summary, of course I am slightly disappointed in myself. I really am but I cannot afford to dwell on what might have been. My Daddy said three magical words to me at a little family gathering recently. It was said in passing and I doubt that he will have thought it significant but he said “just keep going” and that is exactly what I am going to do.
So a quick blog to get back into the game. SW group has moved to a Thursday so all future blogs on a Thursday or Friday. Back in the arena and 3lbs off this week. Please keep sending your support...I need you so much to help me hit that three stone mark.
Thirty five and a half a pound of fat gone, thirty four and a half a pound to go. Sx
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