Weigh in (20)

Twenty weeks!
By jove, by gum and by jingo (sorry, bit of a Famous Five moment there) it's been a funny week this week. Weighed in late last week due to a business trip down to London, badminton match on Friday, up until 3am looking at fireworks (don't ask) on t'internet Friday night, on the road Saturday morning at 7am to drive down to Oxford; Halloween party with eighteen kids (frightening!!......oh the irony.....), then on the road to drive to Sheffield, pick up said fireworks, then home, to sit in the corner of my bedroom in the dark, rocking back and forth while saying words like 'wibble'.
Amazingly I got to Sunday night feeling pretty chipper; surprising everyone around me, and myself. Since then it has been one, long, out-of-body experience. The physical self has been going through the motions (going to work, going home, sleeping......) but in actual fact I don't think my spiritual self has got out of bed yet. My eyelids feel like they have lead weights attached to them! I don't think it is entirely the weeks exertions, as I feel that sniffly feeling which is enough to make you feel a bit pooped, but not nearly enough to justify being off work; that can't help.......

It has been an interesting test of 'the regime'; posing the question 'when you feel tired, and struggling to keep up with life, the universe and everything; will you keep the discipline?' I think the safe answer to that would be yes. I kicked ass in the badminton match (played six, won....err...six, yeee harrrr!!!!), and over the weekend I was so proud of myself. My brother kept on dangling booze and cakes in front of my nose all day, but for the most part I stood firm. Not one cupcake passed my lips (nice though they looked), and although I can't say I was tea-total, I was only driven to drink about five minutes after the eighteen kids arrived (cut me some slack here, if Mother sodding Teresa was minding those terrors she wouldn't even bother with a wine glass) and even then I didn't overdo it.
So there was a feeling of cautious optimism when I stepped on the scales last night, and I am pleased to report my weight at 17 stone 2 pounds (actually 1.6, but I am rounding up and keeping that 0.4 as credit for next week!); 4 pounds off!! I thought I had lost, but didn't think I had lost that much. The 17 stone barrier is so close now I can almost touch it. I did however sin most grievously after the weigh in, with the first chips I have eaten since this insane plan began. Large chips and curry sauce. I admit, it is not the best start to a week where I want to lose two pounds or more, but I have to say, I bloody lurrrrrrrrved it! Very little guilt; this treat is well earned. I remember my Dad saying that when he stopped smoking back in the day, he just said to himself that he had smoked his last fag, and that was it. He always said that he could smoke one cigarette, and reeeeeeeally enjoy it, but not start the addiction again (and occasionally he did have a cheeky one, usually on bonfire night so we couldn't distinguish between his smoke and the bonfire's!). I am hoping and thinking that is the way for me with naughty foods.
This could be a tricky week ahead; no badminton matches, so I will need to give the Wii Fit some stick. Will also be a trip to the pool Saturday morning methinks. Another weekend of temptation as it is the traditional, Blaydon family, let's-see-a-scary-amount-of-money-go-up-in-smoke-but-we-love-it bonfire night. There will be wine, there will be booze, there will be cake; there will also be exercise in setting it all up and putting it all away (good!), but need to be careful. I have no idea what next week's weigh-in will bring. Exciting int'it??!