I went a little quiet last week….
OK, OK, I ran and hid under the bed in shame.
Because I got on the scales and saw…. no bloody difference at all.
My eating patterns feel comfortable and under control.
But my relationship with exercise is up and down. Some weeks I feel lethargic, other weeks I’m energised.
So it had been a bad week. I was going to write about it, but we were going away for the weekend and I got *ahem* distracted.
In the end, I thought I could just wait another week and report an actual weight loss.
This week…. well which version do you want?
Every Wednesday I weigh myself on the huge machine in Boots that booms “Measuring your weight and height” as I try to blend in and avoid eye contact with curious shoppers.
Then I go to the gym on Thursday and get weighed again by the fitness trainer, who measures me and discusses what I’m eating and how to improve my diet.
And this week, I stayed the same on my first weigh-in.
But my second revealed I’d lost 1lb.
Damned scales! Which one do I believe?
Well, you can probably guess I’ve decided to focus on the positive and believe I’ve lost weight.
I feel different – and people are starting to say I look slimmer.
My way of doing things is a lot slower than previous attempts to fight the flab. I’m going slower – in order to keep the weight off. But it’s hard to stay positive, when everyone else is bragging they’ve already lost a stone or more (I’m happy for them *turns green with envy* really I am!)
My 1lb (fake or real) will take me to 8lbs in 7 weeks.
If I’m kidding myself, it’s 7lbs in 7 weeks.
I suppose we’ll have to make this a cliffhanger and see what next week holds.
I’m still better than where I would be if I didn’t start this journey on January 2nd.
So I’m focusing on eating better, exercising even more (I’ve entered the Race For Life 5km) and positive thinking.
As I’m beginning to need motivation, I’m looking at dresses for the Summer.
I love this one:
And this one:
And then there’s this one:
I’m planning my birthday party in the Summer, which is 22 weeks away.
Another 22lbs off would mean a total of 30lbs – if I continue to average 1lb a week.
And surely that would mean I could go down a dress size, maybe two, and buy myself one of the above.
Wish me luck.
In other news….
My friend and press photographer Gordon Jack has been covering the opening of Scotland’s first Krispy Kreme last week.
This image shows me exactly why I should stick to the diet and stay well away from there. She’s got 48 doughnuts in those boxes. FORTY BLOODY EIGHT!
The doughnut restaurant and drive-thru just outside Edinburgh made a whopping £60,000 in its first day of opening, with customers queuing for hours – and fights breaking out between customers keen to get in!
Seriously folks, shouldn’t we be fighting not to look like this?
Picture: Copyright Scotimage
1lb a week is ace! However it is really easy for me to say this to you and I don’t believe it about myself. I’ve lost 4lbs in 3 weeks and I’m devastated because when I did the same Jenny Craig diet in the Summer I lost 8lbs in 2 weeks. However, I’m telling myself that it’s a different time of year and 4lbs is slow and steady. I just want to lose the weight to have another baby and it feels like I’m never going to get there! DM me to cry at chick, and I may do the same to you.