See what happens when no-one kicks my arse?
In my defence I did join Slimming World in the end. And for a few weeks it went well. Then as usual my diet head started to rebel.
I’ve officially taken the weekend off (as opposed to the unofficial week off I’ve just had) and am getting back on the My Fitness Pal wagon from tomorrow. But basically I’m going to try and just be sensible and cut down on snacking and bread rather than trying to stick to a plan and then feeling despondent and like a failure if I go off the rails.
Bread is definitely an issue with me. I eat loads! But I have noticed that I look and feel slimmer when I’ve abstained for a couple of days. Yesterday I ate loads and today I look like a blimp. Surely nobody gains and loses fat that quickly, so it must be bloat, which encourages me to ditch the daily toast mountain.
To my credit I have stuck with the running and got better each week, so hopefully the new grand plan combined with increasingly more intensive activity will be just what I need.
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t trying to lose weight. I also can’t remember the last time I actually lost any weight. At least to my credit I can’t remember the last time I can’t remember the last time I piled it on as well…
Over the past few months my approach to weight loss has been half arsed. I have pootled between Slimming World, My Fitness Pal, Slimpod, back to My Fitness Pal ad nauseum, not really giving any much time to work properly. Ultimately I know that Slimming World suits me best – I don’t like being hungry and at least there is always free food to curb those evening hunger pangs when I would otherwise be forced over my calorie or points allowance, think sod it, might as well blow it totally and start again tomorrow only for the same thing to happen tomorrow anyway. So the Slimming World approach suits me to a tee but there is a problem. I loathe the meetings. The happy clappiness makes me cringe and I get a numb bum waiting for 40-odd people to share their entire week with the room. I tried a smaller group but the consultant didn’t really seem as enthusiastic or supportive as those at the larger groups I went to. Probably why it’s a smaller group…
No problem, I can join online! Only even the current special offer of £60 for the first 3 months seems extortionate to me, so £80 is laughable for someone with my staying power.
So starting tomorrow I’m going it alone. I’ll be logging my food diary here, as well as using it as a point of reference for what made good weeks good, bad weeks bad and generally keeping nice recipes together. Anything goes basically.
And if I stop blogging my journey, cyberspace has permission to kick my arse!
It’s been a little while since my last blog. For once this isn’t because I’ve already fallen off the wagon, I have simply had nothing to say on the subject.
I have come to the conclusion that I’m rubbish at sticking to a plan by myself, so tomorrow morning will see me joining my local Slimming World group. Even though it’s the day before my birthday, when I will have no intention of being good. I just really don’t want to wait an extra week to join in case I lose the moment.
In other news, I have started lunchtime exercising. No really! I have discovered where the office keeps it’s changing rooms and shower facilities and everything! Today was my second outing, with three lovely ladies that I work with. Together we huffed and puffed and alternated between power walking and running for 2 miles. We have subsequently been informed that this technique is known as fartlek. This information didn’t raise a snigger at all. Okay, maybe a small one. Possibly two.
This evening I am mostly feeling sleepy and achy in the thigh and bum region, but at least in a good way
Day 1 and I have been a good girl! I kept treats as just that, rather than a major part of my daily food intake, had salad and crudites for lunch, rather than a sarnie and packet of crisps, and snacked mostly on fruit. My lower intestine isn’t thrilled but I’m feeling virtuous and motivated and the 3pm slump didn’t happen today.
Okay so feeling good about just one day is a bit lame, but I am the type of person who views one ballsed up day as a ballsed up week. The fact that I started my new regime on a Thursday is a Big Deal in itself as my food week starts on a Monday, always has done ever since I joined my first Weight Watchers meeting – on a Monday. When I left and joined Slimming World on a Tuesday the world nearly span off it’s axis. And if I make a dietary mess of it by Wednesday then I may as well eat cake and ice cream for the rest of the week and start again on Monday. Continue this cycle ad nauseum and you get the idea of how my brain works.
So, I’m going to try and take it one day at a time. Whatever day it happens to be!
I am a yo-yo dieter. Have been for years. Decades. I am excellent at maintaining my weight which would be fabulous, except I need to lose 3 stone first.
This blog has been started and forgotten so many times. I get in The Zone, get all enthusiastic and want somewhere to note my thoughts to look back on later when I want to reflect on a good weight loss week, and then forget all about it. So this time, new start, new site. That old blog… consigned to the orange bowels of history (and it really was very orange), along with my previous failed attempts.
So what is different this time? For a start I had a medical today. I am in good health in all aspects apart from the weight and general unfitness, and I don’t want my weight and general unfitness to start impacting on the bits of me that are in relatively good nick. In fact my medical status is unchanged from the last time I had a medical – everything was near identical right down to my weight, diabetes risk score, cholesteral. In short, I am still the same lazy fattybumbum I was three years ago but at least I’ve not got worse. I really need to improve, I want my kids to have a healthy mum who can run and play with them, not Waynetta Slob.
The first day of the rest of my (healthy) life starts here. Come and kick me up the arse if it doesn’t!