Most of my readers are aware of my continuous battle of the bulge and success or not in the weight loss department.
I am a member of Slimming World and it is hoped that group classes will resume in September. The way things are at the moment, and even though I’ve had both jabs, the thought of mixing intentionally with 30 or more people, most of which I won’t know, is daunting and I would much prefer to continue texting in my weight on a weekly basis.
Have you ever thought how unfair it is that you might succumb to eating a pound box of chocolates but your weight gain is far more than that? It’s as if the ingredients have reconstituted to party in your body and invited all the bad stuff to join them.
My food diary is a godsend for multiple reasons, and I know it’s not recommended, but I do weigh myself every day. Sunday is the one that counts (and no, I do not take an average haha) and an extra pound has crept on this week. Often I refer back to ‘good days’ to see what I actually did or ate which can be helpful at finding pitfalls and temptation. I allow myself 2 A and 2 B options every day, plus once a week a double syn day so that I can indulge in the naughty things without feeling too guilty. Surprisingly, any intermediate increase does not always coincide with a ‘bad day’.
It’s my own fault as I have not exactly been good this past week, even eating loads of salad which doesn’t usually work for me anyway unless I have chips. Food à la salad has a high water content, and I tend to retain it, but the chips actually help keep that to a minimum. Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it, and although I have not actually had chips, I have had fried potato instead.
I’m not making excuses. The buck stops at me as I’m the one that puts the stuff in my mouth, and besides, what’s the point of lying about it when the only person I am defeating is myself. I can give myself a stiff talking to or kick up the backside with the best of them, and this coming week I am hoping to kick that pound back off the waistline.
There is another reason for keeping my weight down, and that has to do with my surgery.
There is little if any stretch in my scarline, so too many excess pounds is not only uncomfortable but painful. An unpleasant twinge under the arm or across the chest is not a bad thing as it is a reminder to get my act into gear.
I am still in target though, so that’s good and staying there is as good an incentive as any to stick with the programme.