You know how I said 'sorry for not blogging so often, from here on in I promise to post at least 3 times a week' (or words to that effect).......hmmmmm......yeah...........oops....... Okay, from here on in I will be posting at least three times a week......honest........no really I will.........
The worst was well and truly prepared for last night; it has not been a great week. As you know it started with the Chinese takeaway, but as you don't know the bank holiday weekend was about as nutritionally controlled as Sarah Millican in a doughnut factory (love her; but on some freaky chance she might end up reading this, I've seen your DVD intro!!). Much of it came and went in a bit of a blur, but the highlight was - visiting the folks on Saturday with nephew, niece, brothers, in-laws, John-Boy, Jim-Bob, Grandpa...... - a sister special for lunch, consisting of mini pork pies (more pie than pork), slices of pizza (more cheese than you could shake a Babybel at), quiche (more egg than can possibly be good for you) and ham in extremely doughy baps (more tea vicar?.....nope, can't think of a 'more' line for doughy baps); oh, and a choccy choclatey chocolitious birthday cake for my nephew (no more, PLEEEASE, NO MOOOOORE!).
There was also a lonely looking bowl of salad leaves on the table - trying to hold up the healthy side of life and straining it's neck above the goo of indulgence in the forlorn hope of finding a friend like a carrot or a stick of celery - but it wilted in the face of such overwhelming odds.
So virtuous felt I when choosing only a couple of sandwiches and a handful of salad; I even left the squidgy half of my birthday cake wedge. Yay me! Unfortunately I was unprepared for the doggie bag which went home with me (quite of it's own volition, nothing to do with me) containing said pizza, salmon (missed that one didn't I?), pork pies and further doughy baps. Getting in at about 8 o'clock in the evening with little inclination to cook anything, I was helpless against the lure of the dark side and my friends, I ate the lot.
Both a positive and negative is the effect this little bingette had on me, as I was up most of the night with pretty intense stomach cramps. I won't go into the gruesome details, but it is safe to say that my body gave a pretty clear message if its reluctance to take that amount of fat all at once.......and oh did it make me pay! Not something I care to put myself through again, and may I say it made the gym 17km on the following morning the hardest run I've had to do so far (almost didn't, and may well have been justified in the didnting, but nevertheless, I did!).
....and you know the real lemon juice in the wound?! Clare - instigator of said feast, and may I say packer of doggie bag - 'didn't eat very much, and didn't take anything home'. Do I sense sabotage in the air?.............! First the concert picnic (see previous) and now this!
Add to this the fact that I appear to have demolished much of a loaf of bread in the space of a couple of days, my hopes for the weigh in were not high. At best I hoped that I would put on sufficiently little weight still to be rounded down to 15 stone 11. It was with some sense of relief therefore that the digital read-out settled on 11.2 pounds, followed by unbridled joy when at the last minute it blinked back down to 15 stone 10.6!! Not so much as a decimal point change from last week....and yes, I did re-weigh a couple of times to make sure!!
Boring it may be, but that is a bullet which even Matrixing Keanauauenaau Reeves would struggle to dodge. Considering the expectation, it actually feels like a success to stay the same!
It's a lovely time at the moment, as everyone to a man - or woman - who sees me is commenting on how good I am looking and how much weight I have lost. This sort of validation is way down the list of 'reasons why I am doing this' but I would be lying if it doesn't give me a bit of a buzz to hear it! May I say for the record, that I agree with them! I look better, and more importantly I feel better. Significant though they are, the benefits of weight loss are not confined to appearance and health; the effect on someone's state of mind cannot be dismissed. It has certainly affected mine. Let's face it; life is hard, but from this new - lighter - perspective, the good things seem so much gooder, and the difficult things so much more fixable. Feels good!
Two more weighs until the Great North.......would be great to get another 4-5 pounds off.
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