SW, the Return

Perhaps not quite, but now that I have no more excuses to get in the way and we are more or less settled in our new home, I can begin again with the food analysis.

DIET is such a horrible word.
In trying to encourage pleasure rather than denial and frustration,  I conjured up an array of lettuce mountains and cucumber suns, tomato and radish flowers on celery stalks, with beetroot carriages ready to lead me away to pastures of fruit yogurt under banana moons and raspberry stars.
Or maybe a Rock ‘n’ Roll Band about to take the kitchen by storm. Who knows?
I got the SW bible and my progress book out this morning.
My last weigh in was August 1st, and I tipped the scales at 13st 3lbs.
My ‘friendly’ home scales weighed me at 13st 3¼lbs, so in 10 weeks such a slight gain deserves a bar of chocolate a pat on the back.

We invited the neighbours in last week having finally got cups and seating organised without falling over boxes. They are probably a little older than us, and she gets about on a mobility scooter.
The subject of weight loss came up (not by me I might add) and I asked which slimming club she intended to join. Both SW and WW are local here.
Her choice is SW, so of course I said I was a former member. She seemed surprised I had stuck with it and lost so much weight in such a short time. Her weakness she said is sweet stuff and lack of will power.

Well I can certainly relate to that, but we all have to start somewhere to make progress.

Now you could say I could have offered to join with her and we’d go together.
But something held me back.
Afterall, we haven’t been here very long, and neither Hubby or I are the kind of people who like to be in each others pockets or houses. We’re chatty and friendly, but keep ourselves to ourselves, and basically prefer to be left alone.
Besides, I would have to join again and not wanting to lose that much more, I’ve decided to ‘go it alone’ first.

So, the camera has new batteries in it, and I shall be taking snap shots of my meals again to jolly me along. My food diary is marked and ready for entries, my cupboards stocked with all things edible and permitted.
Intended meal for tonight?
A homemade two-day chilli, so that’s today and tomorrow sorted!
Have I set a target?
Sort of.
I want to get that three stone certificate, even if it is by proxy now, and hope to achieve and maintain it by Christmas.
It’s doable.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to SW, the Return

  1. Will be watching for your food pics. Good luck.

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