Sunday, 18 September 2011

getting back to SW....spied this on my way

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

A must read for all slimmers!

I have now found my problem and I am a bugger for doing this!!

This is the story of Mrs Ivy Been so Good.

Ivy was really disappointed this week after having maintained after "such a good week". Her Food Diary was perfect! Ten syns per day…Maximum! But let’s have a closer look...

We start off with Friday (the day after weigh in - which does exist! … unlike the night of group which has become "treat night") Forgetting the big cheese sandwich, the large glass of wine and the piece of cake from the night before, Ivy gets up in fine fettle, really focussed on the week ahead! Let’s see how the day goes…

Ivy has her normal breakfast of Branflakes, milk and banana. She tips them into the bowl… and then thinks "better check the weight of them. I want to get a few pounds off this week!". She puts them on the scales to find there is one 1.5oz… That’s my first healthy B she thinks, taking out the excess and unconsciously popping them in her mouth.

Putting the milk away she spots a carton of Orange Juice open and decides to have a small glass whilst making a boiled egg for her daughters breakfast. When clearing up the dishes, Ivy spies 2 soldiers left on her plate. "I can’t think of the last time I had REAL butter!" she says and in they go!!

After breakfast it’s a trip into town shopping. Armed with a Hifi Bar just in case temptation strikes, they set off.

In Woolworths her daughter gets restless in the buggy and Ivy opens her a packet of crisps to keep her quiet and Ivy ends up tasting a couple ("just checking for freshness!")

Lunchtime comes and the shopping trip is not done yet (there’s still money left on her credit card!!). Ivy decides to grab something from Marks and Spencer’s "I know they do that Count on Us range… it’s bound to be low!" Spoilt for choice, Ivy scans the range. She has already decided to go "original" today and spots a Count on Us Hoisin Duck sandwich. "That would be a great choice … the bread will be my 2nd Healthy B!"
She buys it as a Meal Deal, along with a Diet Coke and a packet of Salt and Vinegar crisps to eat later.

Later on she stops for a coffee at Starbucks. "No cake for me!" she says and savours the Skinny Latte ("I can use that as my 2nd Healthy A!" and it contains no syrup of course!) She’s delighted that she hasn’t needed the "emergency Hifi" whilst out today.

Back at home after shopping, she makes cakes with her daughter. She resists the fairy cakes when they come out of the oven….. but CAN’T resist licking the wooden spoon!!

She feeds the kids early – a chicken nugget and 2 chips remain on the plates…. And they don’t go in the bin!!

Dinner time comes – a nice juicy steak, salad and jacket potato. She weighs her 8 oz jacket potato which is a healthy B choice and puts a spoonful of Quark in it. A tablespoon of Hellman’s Light Mayo goes on the salad … "Only 2.5syns!" she says "That’s my first today!" Hubbie prefers mashed potato with his. She wouldn’t dream of eating it herself…..but does just taste it to see it has the right amount of butter and milk in!

Dessert for Ivy is a Muller light yoghurt. Hubbie has sponge and custard. "It just doesn’t bother me" said Ivy as she’s licking the spoon she used to stir the custard!

By 9.30pm, Ivy felt like a "little something"! Remembering the crisps from the Meal Deal, she checks the syn value and finds they are only 7 syns. "Only 9.5 syns today!" she says "A perfect day!"

OR WAS IT?! How many times have we done this, How many actual syns did she have that day?

Let’s see….

The breakdown:

0.5 oz branflakes 2.5 Syns
Orange juice 125ml 2.5 Syns
Eggy soldiers 4 Syns
Couple of crisps 1 Syn
Sandwich 12.5 Syns
(6 syns can be deducted if using
bread as Healthy B)
Latte 8.5 Syns (Grande from Starbucks)
Cake mixture 4 Syns
Jacket potato 16 Syns (healthy B already used
which she forgot!) (2 syns per oz)
Mayo 7.5 Syns (it was a heaped tablespoon
not level!)
Chicken nugget 3 Syns
2 chips 3 Syns
Spoonful of Mash 3 Syns
Spoonful of custard 2 Syns
Packet of crisps 7 Syns


The actual amount is 76.5 syns and that’s not even counting the extra 40+syns from the night before!

There are 6 more days to go!!

(Just to put in perspective, those 76.5 syns are the equivalent of an average portion of Chicken Tikka Masala, Pilau rice, 1 naan bread, 2 pints of beer, and 2 small veg samosas!!!. We’d know if we ate that!!!)

The Moral of the story…. Don’t forget all those hidden syns….enjoy!

Saturday, 8 January 2011

It's a new day, it's a new life for me.... and it's feeling good

Contemplating joining SW this month. Note the word contemplating. OH has been checking out their website to see whether there are any new clubs opening in the area

The nearest one to us seems to be in a church hall at 9.30 on a Saturday. Realistically we are not going to make it to a club by 9.30 every Saturday. So if we join that one  think we'll only be setting ourselves up to fail.

Jumped on the scales today, figuratively speaking that is, and I weigh 25st 6.5lbs.

That's another 6.5lbs lost! (Total 15.75lbs)

Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Countdown is progressing...

We're dragging ourselves towards the end of the year.

Countdown is progressing..... 28, 29, tomorrow is 30 December

The OH is surfing for ideas as to where to go next year.

I am sitting here thinking TFI nearly 2011.

2010 was a gawd-awful year.

Sunday, 5 December 2010

Mmmm... Not sure how that happened

So on I pop onto the scales today. They tell me I weigh 25st 11lbs. That means I have lost 9lbs since 20 November. 9lbs in 2weeks? I've no idea how because I have not been keeping a food diary. But I have:

  • swapped sugar in my tea/coffee for sweeteners (however I have found that I am going without sweeteners too)
  • been off work, so eating two main meals a day. Mainly brunch and dinner
  • been using public transport to get home from the station, rather than stepping into the taxi which is oh so conveniently sited outside the station
  • no sarnies and no snacking on carbs or fatty crap like crisps

 
Let's see what happens as the weeks progress, shall we?

Saturday, 20 November 2010

When I was 13 I had this dream....

When I was 13 I had this idea that by my next birthday, when I was 14, I would magically fit in with the in-crowd, have the 'right' haircut and be slim.

As I approach 40 (sshh, that's a secret) I still have the dream. By my next birthday I will be slimmer. The in-crowd? Who are they? I am happy with my friends and the new friends I make as I make my way through life. And I am pretty happy with my haircut - these days I go regularly to a good salon where I feel comfortable. At least, as often as I need to and when I can afford to!

At 18 I started WeightWatchers and lost 2.5 stone to get to 12st 2lbs. I've been on a dozen diets since. But up the weight goes and today the scales told me I weigh 26st 6.25lbs.

I had been holding my weight at 24st for a while. Not quite sure how long it's taken me to put on 2.5st but there it is. I hate the fact that I weigh so much. I remember that I would never admit to friends when I'd reached 20st. To say it out loud? No way.

And when I was 24st I remember going to Slimming World....but phoning up the consultant beforehand to make sure her scales could cope. How embarrassing would it be to go to a class to find that she couldn't weigh me?! It's bad enough going to the doctors. My surgery doesn't have scales that go beyond 24st. And that's the funny thing (well, not funny) but, I went to the nurse at the surgery about losing weight. The GP said it would be a good idea... but when I got there her scales did not go beyond 24st. So I come away thinking, well they're not equipped to help me are they? And so I never returned.

I don't think I am a compulsive overeater. That's a new label I discovered recently. I was on the train and some 'kind soul' gave me a businesscard offering me help to overcome my compulsion to overeat. I took the card as graciously as I could but it did amuse me. Here we go again,... onlookers, strangers, that know nothing about me, assuming they know me and making judgements.

I know what sort of things I am supposed to do. I've been to enough slimming clubs, read the magazines and books. And I am intelligent. I just don't do it for long enough. And then I 'need' some comfort food as I feel so miserable. And on and on it goes. Sound familiar?