Chubby chick 2023
Silver Member
Dear Weight
I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for recipe ideas, I can tell you I don't have many. But what I do have are a very particular set of scales, scales I have acquired over a very long career of slimming. Scales that make me a nightmare for weight like you. If you let my waistline return now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
Ahem, and so the journey begins.
Another year bobbing around the same weight (ish, I don't actually weigh myself - I just go by my clothes and when they have started to shrink I buy new clothes in higher sizes and complain about poor clothing manufacturing standards).
Another year of reaching each special event, each holiday, each meet up with friends and family with regrets and promises to get back on the wagon.
But it's not a metaphor I'm comfortable with. Who actually wants to be on a wagon? Bumpy, uncomfortable, exposed to the elements and more than likely sitting alongside someone who is really irritating. Yes it conjures images of the pioneering spirit, but for me it also symbolises poverty, hardship and ultimately the downfall of Tess of the D’Urbervilles (I may be overthinking this…)
Every time I mess up on a plan, overeat, don’t count my syns/calories/units/carbs I go f*** it, I’ll eat what I want. Even though I may not actually want it. Because I can, I’m free, I’ll climb back on another time. And it takes me weeks, if not months to clamber back on. The wagon is normally long gone by then.
So a change of metaphor is needed. I’m on a journey, a path. Even if I stray to look at some beautiful wildflowers (eat fifteen jaffa cakes and follow it up with with a tiffin chaser) I just need to look behind me to find the path again, it’s not running away from me. And it’s my CHOICE to eat the wildflowers (wait, what?).
So I’m starting SW again on Monday with my lovely husband. And I’m also going to try and follow the principles Gillian Riley advocates in her books.
Everything I do is my choice. I’m on my own journey. It might take longer than others.
We actually have a good goal in mind. In August it is our 10th Wedding anniversary – and my brother in law is getting married the day before. We’d like to be at our wedding weight and looking fabulous on that day. For me that is around 3 stone to lose (not sure what I am yet) and for my husband around 5 stone.
So what will be different from last time(s)?
Well, we’ve had a SW open in our village, previously had to drive about 20 minutes to a really busy one and then queue up for 40 mins to get weighed, during the day time, which didn’t work for either of us.
This one is on a night where we are both always at home, and we can go straight to our martial arts class.
We both have different jobs and I’m no longer working nights. Always so hard to lose weight and find energy to exercise when not getting enough sleep.
I’m going to embrace EE. Was always a bit of a GREEN freak but ended up eating too much pasta n sauce.
Someone called me ‘chubby’. Yes it was a neighbour’s young son who is not known for his tact and diplomacy at the best of times, but kids tell it like it is don’t they? I’m quite tall at 5’8 but it seems I have crossed the line from statuesque beauty (yeah right) to chubby bunny. Time to cross back.
I won’t be posting inspirational pics of exciting meals because I’m an awful cook, but OH is a chef, so one or two of his creations may make it on here.
Wish us luck!
I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for recipe ideas, I can tell you I don't have many. But what I do have are a very particular set of scales, scales I have acquired over a very long career of slimming. Scales that make me a nightmare for weight like you. If you let my waistline return now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
Ahem, and so the journey begins.
Another year bobbing around the same weight (ish, I don't actually weigh myself - I just go by my clothes and when they have started to shrink I buy new clothes in higher sizes and complain about poor clothing manufacturing standards).
Another year of reaching each special event, each holiday, each meet up with friends and family with regrets and promises to get back on the wagon.
But it's not a metaphor I'm comfortable with. Who actually wants to be on a wagon? Bumpy, uncomfortable, exposed to the elements and more than likely sitting alongside someone who is really irritating. Yes it conjures images of the pioneering spirit, but for me it also symbolises poverty, hardship and ultimately the downfall of Tess of the D’Urbervilles (I may be overthinking this…)
Every time I mess up on a plan, overeat, don’t count my syns/calories/units/carbs I go f*** it, I’ll eat what I want. Even though I may not actually want it. Because I can, I’m free, I’ll climb back on another time. And it takes me weeks, if not months to clamber back on. The wagon is normally long gone by then.
So a change of metaphor is needed. I’m on a journey, a path. Even if I stray to look at some beautiful wildflowers (eat fifteen jaffa cakes and follow it up with with a tiffin chaser) I just need to look behind me to find the path again, it’s not running away from me. And it’s my CHOICE to eat the wildflowers (wait, what?).
So I’m starting SW again on Monday with my lovely husband. And I’m also going to try and follow the principles Gillian Riley advocates in her books.
Everything I do is my choice. I’m on my own journey. It might take longer than others.
We actually have a good goal in mind. In August it is our 10th Wedding anniversary – and my brother in law is getting married the day before. We’d like to be at our wedding weight and looking fabulous on that day. For me that is around 3 stone to lose (not sure what I am yet) and for my husband around 5 stone.
So what will be different from last time(s)?
Well, we’ve had a SW open in our village, previously had to drive about 20 minutes to a really busy one and then queue up for 40 mins to get weighed, during the day time, which didn’t work for either of us.
This one is on a night where we are both always at home, and we can go straight to our martial arts class.
We both have different jobs and I’m no longer working nights. Always so hard to lose weight and find energy to exercise when not getting enough sleep.
I’m going to embrace EE. Was always a bit of a GREEN freak but ended up eating too much pasta n sauce.
Someone called me ‘chubby’. Yes it was a neighbour’s young son who is not known for his tact and diplomacy at the best of times, but kids tell it like it is don’t they? I’m quite tall at 5’8 but it seems I have crossed the line from statuesque beauty (yeah right) to chubby bunny. Time to cross back.
I won’t be posting inspirational pics of exciting meals because I’m an awful cook, but OH is a chef, so one or two of his creations may make it on here.
Wish us luck!