Weigh In 13 - unlucky for some?

 

Well it could've been unlucky - and to be fair, it wasn't a great loss, but I did lose - a whole 1/2 lb!

Weigh In 12

 

Finally, the stale mate has ended, and I have lost another pound, not quite the 4lb I was challenged to lose, but it's downwards, so can only be a good thing!

Gladiator ready?

 

I am typing this in a Scottish accent - I think it's because when I think of a challenge, it generally involved two lycra clad men - one very muscular and a bit 'steroid aggressive' looking, and the other, usually some weedy normo bloke, both armed with giant cotton buds. No, just me? You blummin fibbers, I'll bet most of you tuned into Gladiators and watched all the giant foam fists punching the air with glee!

Already, I am waffling, but I feel a little over excitable for some reason.

I completed one of the steps I mentioned in the last post  - by  staying to the SW class. SW lady was on excellent form, as she had been to their Woman of the Year ball, and heard some inspiring stories. She showed us the program from the evening, and the woman who had won it had dropped from over 29 stone - she lost 19 stone in total! Amazing. What an inspiration.

Now, thankfully, I haven't quite got 19 stone to lose - but I have got a lot - so for me seeing a story like this with the before and after photos, is really quite inspiring, as I have said before - losing 2, 3 or even 5 stone, is an amazing achievement - but I can not relate to this, as I have so much more to lose. Seeing someone with such a massive weight loss, really helps me.

SW lady went round the room asking us all what we thought we could lose realistically this week - I found myself saying 2, as I thought that was do-able, but she suggested 4lbs! I balked a bit at that to be honest, as that's the kind of weight you lose at the start of a 'diet' - but as she quite rightly pointed out, if I have managed to maintain my weight for 3 weeks with no planning, and all my good habits going out the window, what could I achieve if I treated this week, like week 1 of the plan again?

Fairenoughski - I thought, that is a blummin good point - so I have planned tomorrows grub.......if you're interested.....readybrek with a banana, grapes, chicken salad (maybe with a bit of bacon if the mood takes me)and then baked potato with tuna for my tea - so a good start, and intend to do the weekly plan of food and Internet shop tomorrow night.

Also managed to take out new acquisition, our very bouncy Springer Spaniel puppy out for a walk tonight - it's only his third time out - as he's a little baby - so not very far, but we did walk it at warp speed, so I am officially back into my walking, as he must be walked - no excuses for me now!

So I head into this week feeling a bit lighter already - just one challenge tomorrow - to avoid the tuck box at work which some idiot has started up (oh, yeah, that was me - oops) but it is to raise money for charity - so I will just have to make sure if I 'need' to have anything, that I think it through first, and go for a low cal hot choc sachet, or a cereal bar rather than crisps and chocolate.

Wish me luck xx

Weigh In 11

Well - by some absolutely amazing feat of amazingness - I have stayed the same yet again - three weeks in a row now! How frustrating. I could've lost half a stone while I've been faffing about sitting on the fence.

The good news is that I have not put on - so crisis averted - I will be 'on it' this week. Here's for an actual loss this week!

Plan A, or should that be........

 

Oh well, Plan A failed miserably. I have once again stuffed my face. Maltesers, cheese on toast, curry, cupcakes, yes, I have been a complete and utter pig this week. There is no possible way on this earth, that I will have maintained my weight again this week. I fully expect and deserve a big fat gain :-(

I know that I have only got myself to blame, and those pesky emotions, this week have been a combination of delightful hormones and the same old feelings of being fed up that I mentioned last time.

This week, I know that in order to, and I quote Madonna here 'get into the groove', I need to make a plan, and stick to it, come hell or high water!

My downfalls this week have been numerous, but they could have been reduced with a few simple techniques:

We had got lazy and hadn't bothered doing a weekly shop, so were picking a little something up on the way home each night - this is recipe for disaster for me, as I need to know and be able to look forward to each meal that I am having in a week - I suppose it is where my obsessive thinking (thanks CBT lady) comes in - and I go into a mini meltdown without it. So if I have planned to have a baked spud with chicken and salad for tea for example, I will be looking forward to that, and know that I can snack on some grapes while waiting for it to cook, so all stays calm in the warped mind that is mine. If however, the cupboard is bare, I almost panic, and will constantly be obsessing all day about what I am going to have for my tea, to the point where I can't actually think of anything much else, and I become distracted, and then start looking for food, and only a quick fix will do - having nothing much in, I have been snacking on bread (very bad for me) and easily fall back into my old habits of picking up a choccy bar at the garage, or grabbing a packet of crisps in the corner shop, for no other reason than I want it (or so I think).

Normally, I would have the 'naughty' thing, but then get straight back into it, knowing I can't have done that much damage - but this week, I haven't been able to for some reason.

 The second thing, has been the lack of me prepping my lunch - all because of the lazy lack of shopping - same thing applies as above, and has been compounded by the cafe directly under my office, and the 'bring a plate lunch' that the team arranged, with the main meals being curry. Had I have had my own lunch that day, crisis would have been averted, but because I foolishly thought I would buy a baked potato from the cafe, I was tempted in by the delicious smells of the curry. Next thing I know, I had a plate full, and a cupcake or three to wash it all down with.

My main problem though, has been not attending the group bit of the SW class. Again, due to various things, poor excuses of things really, I haven't stayed to class for the last 3 weeks or so, and have really noticed, as I have felt less inspired than usual because of it.

So my plan for the coming week is simply this:

1) Plan the weeks meals, and do an online shop (less temptation)
2) Stay to class this week
3) Make sure that I am walking the dog every day
4) Avoid temptation at work by making sure I am armed with grapes etc.

Here goes, I am determined that however slow the progress, I will do this!
Wish me luck (again!).

Stuffing my cake hole.

So, why do I do it? I am officially an emotional eater (so said the CBT lady) and I know this, but yet I still continue to give into my emotions where food is concerned.
I've had a couple of rough weeks, nothing major, and nothing dear nosey blog readers, that I am willing to share on here, but I have been proper fed up!

Take last week for example - after an episode of 'fed-up-ness' I came home and stuffed two toasted pittas lathered in butter and stuffed with cheese (why pittas I hear you ask - I no longer have white crusty bread in the house, because that, would have been disastrous). Was it delicious? Yes. Did it make me feel better? For all of about 2 minutes. Was it worth it at weigh in this week? Hell no.

So what the chuff is the link between emotions and food? They don't send endorphins whizzing around your body - well certainly for no more than a few minutes, there is certainly not a fair emotion:endorphin ratio anyhow! I just don't get why I feel the need, when a bit blue to stuff my cake hole full of carbs, as that is my drug of choice.

I suppose, what CBT has taught me is that yes, I do have an issue with emotional eating, but, I do not have to give in - and just having a couple of bad days, is not the end of the world, or indeed the end of my weight loss.

I have checked out my bra and pants photos, which are a terrifying version of a catalogue undies page, and I can definitely see a small decrease in my wobbly bits, so that's exciting, and best of all, my new made to measure boots are absolutely frickin' awesome! So even though, I still can't get into off the peg boots, but, they make me feel fab - so it's all good!

So it's with a light-er heart, I move on to next week. I'm hoping to want to cartwheel off the scales next week!

Bye bye fat fans xx

Weigh In 10.

 

Weigh in time - stayed the same this week. Pleased with that, again!