This week I lost another one and a half pounds, so I’ve lost just shy of half a stone in time for my holiday to NYC which starts bright and early tomorrow morning. This means I can fit into my evening trousers (yay!) and will feel more comfortable in my clothes while I’m away. I thought it was going to be good news at the weigh in because I noticed that my normal jeans are embarrassingly baggy around the bum and will have to be consigned to the charity bin. Now, I realise that this could be false optimism, as five days in NYC could land me right back where I started, but there will be lots of walking to mitigate the effects of cocktails, bagels and the odd Krispy Kreme.
I’m into my fourth week now with Weight Watchers and total lost is five pounds. I’m making slow and steady progress and I’m still eating carbs and butter. Don’t get me wrong, this is no picnic, as there has been no chocolate, cake or pudding in the house, but it doesn’t feel at all faddy and I’m coping well.
My staple dinner has been seabass or salmon with roast vegetables, which allows me to have carbs at breakfast and lunch without going over my limit. I know I could lose more if I kicked the butter into touch, but I’m finding it hard to give up as I love it so much.
The other obvious swap would be to have tea and coffee without skimmed milk. I drink lots of cuppas and could save loads of calories on this. One step at a time though, maybe that’s a thought for next week.
Seabass with roasted veg
Two and a half pounds lost this week, making four pounds in total. Now I’m into the killer week three which tends to be make or break time as the initial enthusiasm has worn off a bit.
The good thing is I’m not too hungry as I don’t have to give up carbs on this plan. I really need my porridge in the morning.
I’ve made a couple of the WW recipes and they seem OK, if a little bland. I guess I’ll just have to get used to not using much butter and oil in my cooking (sorry James Martin).
To keep me motivated I’m thinking about the lovely summer dresses hanging in my wardrobe.
Onwards and upwards!
If there was a list of ‘things not to do’ the week you start Weight Watchers, then going to a food festival would be right up there. However, despite tasting olives, cheese, tapenade, cake, cacao sweeties and pastries, plus sitting down to a three course fine dining menu, I still managed to lose one and a half pounds. Phew! If I hadn’t been so dedicated for the first three days, then this week would have been a write off. Not to worry, nothing much planned this week except dinner out at a Greek restaurant (eek!). This was the chocolate pave with honeycomb ice cream I polished off on Monday and whilst I didn’t exactly lick the plate, neither did I leave any for Miss Manners! Wish me luck for week two!
I’m sure you’re used to me by now, with my latest plans to lose weight, get fit and generally morph into a Celtic Goddess in time for my summer holidays. It’s been my goal for thirty odd years now, some years executed more successfully than others. Well you’ll be pleased to know that nothing has changed this year except that it’s the same objective, new strategy. Age has not diminished my desire to be size 10, run a 10k, be like Elle Macpherson etc. If you ignore the fact that I’m only 5ft 3 with a tendency to run to fat and a dicky ticker, this should be no problem right?
I thought so too. So full of enthusiasm, determination and a ‘sisters are doing it for themselves’ attitude, I joined Weight Watchers and signed up for a month. The teacher is lovely, and nodded encouragingly when I said ‘I’m doing this for me because I’m worth it’ like she hadn’t already heard that line a thousand times.
WW is not just counting calories, instead, you count points which are geared towards making healthy choices. You are given loads of literature to help you and most importantly you are weighed every week, so you are accountable.
Now, obviously I’m not going to tell you how much I weigh: a lady has to have some secrets, but I’ll keep you posted with how I get on!
Absolutely mortified to get on the scales this morning and find I have put on even more weight! No surprise really, as last week I put all my effort and energy into my Scones For SCAD coffee morning and forgot to concentrate on my own health and wellbeing.
On Wednesday I was feeling tired and so ‘treated’ myself to a family bag of Minstrels and scoffed the lot. Quite when I’m going to get the message that treating my body involves nourishment, not crap, I don’t know.
What I do know, is that when I’m tired, I take my eye of the ball with healthy eating and the fruit languishes in the bowl, eyeing me hatefully. The chocolate and biscuits disappear at an alarming rate.
So, here we are again, in crisis, beating myself up, full of self loathing, hating my body and wondering what the hell to do about it.
At least I can get in the garden now that Spring is upon us and get my backside off the sofa!
…..I put on half a stone. Yes seriously ladies, do not try this method, it DOES NOT WORK.
I gave it a go after Steve berated me for jumping on the scales every morning and having my day governed by the result. Lost a pound? Good day. Gained a pound? I am a useless waste of space. I’m sure many of you know how this works.
So, if you’ve been following my blog this year, you’ll know I’ve tried all sorts of things with varying degrees of success.
Do I know how I’m going to tackle this? Not right now. But you can be sure that it will be top of my agenda in 2016. Watch this space to see if I can find the answer!