Oh my giddy aunt; has it REALLY been six weeks since the first weigh in?!
It is a strange feeling getting back into 'the routine' of my dose of Tuesday night truth. I call it truth as that is precisely what the scales tell. You don't get a result followed by 'but you're big-boned' or 'it will take a while for your efforts to pay off'; you are just told how heavy you are. I'm not as scared of it as I used to be (intensely apprehensive yes; but not scared), but that may well be because miraculously I am now weighing in at 17 stone 3.4 pounds; and oh YES I am rounding down to a flat 17st 3. Three pounds off; blummin' marvellous!!
I say marvellous, but it is even more marvellouser as this comes after a period of minimal exercising - particularly this week. All the original plans of early morning swims have not quite come off; well, when I say not quite.....I mean not at all. I have however managed to steer clear of fat food; I mean fast food....or maybe I was right in the first place!
I could chastise myself for not hitting the exercise schedule - annoying, not least because I have to push the whole schedule back, as it hasn't started when I should have started - but there is a lot to do to reach the goal that currently dances far on the horizon. I need to realise from previous experience that there are a lot of things to do; over a large amount of time. Whilst it would be nice to start everything at once, it is neither practical, nor realistic, nor sustainable (can you use a 'neither' and two 'nor's in a sentence? I can hear my English GCSE teacher turning in his strait-jacket). For now I am just going to give myself a pat on my slightly less fatty back, and take great comfort in the fact that for the moment I have cracked the hoodoo that is pizza, KFC, McDonald's, Fish and Chips, Chinese and Curry (one more and I have one for each day of the week....no NO NO stop thinking like that...!); and I have lost three pounds.
So it's positive for now. Well, I say positive but......can I be honest with you? I am very VERY worried that this time I may have bitten off a bit more than I can chew. I'll talk more about it later, but there are indeed a lot of things to do; and looking from where I am to where I am hoping to get I am honestly not sure I'm going to do this. I guess it's typical of any long journey (metaphorical or not) when the entire road stretches out in front of you; uncertain and more than a little daunted. One thing I know though, is that I should be spending approximately 1% of my time looking that far ahead, and the remaining 99% looking at what I am doing now. Well, of course not right now as typing a blog doesn't help me lose weight (mind you, if I typed non stop I wouldn't be able to eat........hey, I've seen the range of mad-cap suicide diets out there; this isn't that different); just got to focus on eating well and for now let the future take care of itself.
Tricky weekend as I am up north. Afternoon tea at the Midland Hotel (Manchester) tomorrow before going to see Sarah Millican; then off to Mum's for a couple of days. Not looking forward to next Tuesday's weigh in already....!!
