It has been a roller coaster week for us what with changing the car, field trips, and chasing our tails for want of a better expression.
The blog has suffered as we’ve been busy and my inspiration has waned, which is reflected in my stats which have reduced considerably.
Add to that I’ve been feeling down these past few weeks, and the diet has been on velcro. Food has become tiresome and dull, and the weight has been bouncing up and down from day to day. They say not to weigh yourself daily, but if I didn’t, things would really get away from me.
I managed to maintain this week, but it was touch and go. I’ve been eating all the wrong things in all the wrong quantities, and trying desperately to come up with ideas for Hubby as he is more bored than I am because he has so many more restrictions.
Trying to balance two very difference diets has taken a toll on me, and I have asked my SW group leader to book me out for two weeks to give myself some breathing space.
I don’t intend to binge on all things nice and yummy, but I do need to get my own dietary house in order else I will undo all the good I’ve done over the past few years.
When I was made redundant in 2001, I tipped the scales at a hefty 18½ stone (259 pounds). I tried to lose weight, and managed about a stone until we moved away in 2007, then it hovered around the 16½st mark. In 2010 when I visited Bro in NZ, I was 103 kgs (229 lbs), but in 2016 I joined SW and really got to grips with it.
I reached target in August 2019, and apart from a couple of hiccoughs, have remained within the three pound parameter either side, but I’ve been struggling.
On the boat in 2016, two stones lighter than when I started SW that June.
I have always been sensitive about my weight, thanks to a teacher at grammar school who ridiculed me in front of my classmates, then later little jibey comments from family and in-laws that stayed with me, so I would always get the put down punchline in first. I even started writing a book, but it made me so depressed I shelved it. I have a different attitude now, so maybe I’ll have another go.
I saw a reflection of myself in a shop window today. I will never be thin, nor do I want to be, but at least I didn’t cringe at the image. I have my work cut out for me though to get my head back into ‘sensible’ mode, and that is exactly what I intend to do during my ‘time off’.
Here we go again.