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.
Wednesday, 29 December 2010
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:
Let's see what happens as the weeks progress, shall we?
- 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
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?
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?
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