Well...........who would have thought it, me, on a diet (again). Previous attempts had been a disaster, mainly due to my liking for an alcoholic beverage every now and again. Or maybe a little more often than that. What girl doesn't like a glass of wine to forget the trials and tribulations of the day. Only a glass turned into another, and sometimes another. Before you know it the whole bottle has gone, oooooops. Who am I kidding, it wasn't all wine related, most of it was my inability to stop eating. A packet of crisps here and a chocolate bar there.
Suddenly I'm 26 years old and a size 28 with low self esteem and zero confidence, all down to my weight. I'd known for years that something needed to be done but had no inclination. I started slimming world in 2009 and it took about a year to shift three stones, but I got bored of it as there wasn't an instant result and it was hard work. As my lovely mum would say "you didn't put it all on in 5 minutes so it won't disappear that quickly". Needless to say I knocked it all on the head for calories, they're so yummy.
Back to the flab, yep so woke up one morning and decided I was going to do it, I was going to bite the bullet and go back to Slimming World.
I wanted a diet that was simple to follow and I could still eat what I wanted within moderation, as long as it was on the healthy side. Don't think that my consultant Debbie would be too chuffed with me telling her that I only ate 3 packets of crisps instead of 4, or that I'd eaten the double chocolate chip cookies rather than the ones with triple chocolate. I'm sure you get the drift.
Really nervous about going back, and not particularly motivated but when you go on a family holiday and refuse to go swimming because of your size then something needs to be done, the disappointment on my sons face was not a pretty picture and more than tugged at my heart strings - so I was going to do it, honest! Didn't fancy it on my own, as I wouldn't know anyone so I roped my good old aunty into coming along, helps that she would be great moral support as well as the food police checking up on what I'd been eating.
Off we go on Monday 20th June to the first meeting, and it was sooooooooo long, really made me look forward to next weeks meeting, NOT.
Anyway, we signed up and joined the rest of the group to hear how they'd done over the last week. Very impressed with the weight loses and hope that I can manage to do the same. They did the usual raffle and awards such as slimmer of the week and the milestones, no pun intended. Then, cue dramatic music, it was time to step onto the scales. This is the part that I was least looking foward to. It was a case of close your eyes and hope for the best. Now I know that I wasn't going to weigh 10 stone, although one of my legs might. It wasn't a brilliant weight, but not as bad as I was expecting so I guess that counts for something. Off we went with our diet book, our food diarys, not to forget the hi-fi bars purchased to eat during the week. God I was hungry.
I must have been a rabbit in a former life, how many salads can one person eat. Don't get me wrong it's not all about salads but I was trying to make a determined effort. So every day it's been a mullerlight for breakfast, fruit to keep me going till lunchtime, a cheese salad for lunch, fruit and maybe a hi-fi bar to stop me starving, and then some sort of meat and veg for my evening meal. I've never eaten so much fruit, but it hasn't been so bad.
My second day on the diet was the worst and I suspect that was down to me having to retrain my body foodwise, so sorry fatty no crisps today have a lettuce leaf. I was starving at bedtime, just lying there listening to my stomach rumble. Phoned my mum and she gave me a bit of a pep talk, so thanks mum much appreciated. Made my way downstairs and had a bowl full of strawberries and cherries with two pots of yoghurt on top, it did the trick and stopped the rumbling.
The rest of the week seemed to be going ok, I was happy and filling up on lots of fruit so didn't find myself waivering. Even thought of some new dishes to cook, and as my son would say, they were delish. Result! Tasty food that was healthy and I was full. Now I've just got to keep it up.
Friday night was a nightmare. Got in from work and the boy went to the babysitters and I was going out to a friends, so had no time for dinner. Well that's a lie I could have made time, but opted for a nice soak in the bath and extra time applying my make up. Got to my friends and somehow managed to polish off two bottles of wine. Bugger. I'd been good all week and now I'd undone my hard work, wasn't thinking about it at the time though as it was rather nice.
Got up Saturday morning with a banging headache and absolutely no appetite, should have made myself eat breakfast but just couldn't face it. So I survived on coffee until about 8pm, then I had a salad, what a surprise. Today wasn't much better just drinking water and eating lunch. Didn't fancy anything else. In my own warped kind of way I'm hoping that my lack of food over the weekend has cancelled out the wine I drowned in. Fingers crossed. Everything crossed.
I'll find out tomorrow when I step on those scales, eeeeeeeek!
Suddenly I'm 26 years old and a size 28 with low self esteem and zero confidence, all down to my weight. I'd known for years that something needed to be done but had no inclination. I started slimming world in 2009 and it took about a year to shift three stones, but I got bored of it as there wasn't an instant result and it was hard work. As my lovely mum would say "you didn't put it all on in 5 minutes so it won't disappear that quickly". Needless to say I knocked it all on the head for calories, they're so yummy.
Back to the flab, yep so woke up one morning and decided I was going to do it, I was going to bite the bullet and go back to Slimming World.
I wanted a diet that was simple to follow and I could still eat what I wanted within moderation, as long as it was on the healthy side. Don't think that my consultant Debbie would be too chuffed with me telling her that I only ate 3 packets of crisps instead of 4, or that I'd eaten the double chocolate chip cookies rather than the ones with triple chocolate. I'm sure you get the drift.
Really nervous about going back, and not particularly motivated but when you go on a family holiday and refuse to go swimming because of your size then something needs to be done, the disappointment on my sons face was not a pretty picture and more than tugged at my heart strings - so I was going to do it, honest! Didn't fancy it on my own, as I wouldn't know anyone so I roped my good old aunty into coming along, helps that she would be great moral support as well as the food police checking up on what I'd been eating.
Off we go on Monday 20th June to the first meeting, and it was sooooooooo long, really made me look forward to next weeks meeting, NOT.
Anyway, we signed up and joined the rest of the group to hear how they'd done over the last week. Very impressed with the weight loses and hope that I can manage to do the same. They did the usual raffle and awards such as slimmer of the week and the milestones, no pun intended. Then, cue dramatic music, it was time to step onto the scales. This is the part that I was least looking foward to. It was a case of close your eyes and hope for the best. Now I know that I wasn't going to weigh 10 stone, although one of my legs might. It wasn't a brilliant weight, but not as bad as I was expecting so I guess that counts for something. Off we went with our diet book, our food diarys, not to forget the hi-fi bars purchased to eat during the week. God I was hungry.
I must have been a rabbit in a former life, how many salads can one person eat. Don't get me wrong it's not all about salads but I was trying to make a determined effort. So every day it's been a mullerlight for breakfast, fruit to keep me going till lunchtime, a cheese salad for lunch, fruit and maybe a hi-fi bar to stop me starving, and then some sort of meat and veg for my evening meal. I've never eaten so much fruit, but it hasn't been so bad.
My second day on the diet was the worst and I suspect that was down to me having to retrain my body foodwise, so sorry fatty no crisps today have a lettuce leaf. I was starving at bedtime, just lying there listening to my stomach rumble. Phoned my mum and she gave me a bit of a pep talk, so thanks mum much appreciated. Made my way downstairs and had a bowl full of strawberries and cherries with two pots of yoghurt on top, it did the trick and stopped the rumbling.
The rest of the week seemed to be going ok, I was happy and filling up on lots of fruit so didn't find myself waivering. Even thought of some new dishes to cook, and as my son would say, they were delish. Result! Tasty food that was healthy and I was full. Now I've just got to keep it up.
Friday night was a nightmare. Got in from work and the boy went to the babysitters and I was going out to a friends, so had no time for dinner. Well that's a lie I could have made time, but opted for a nice soak in the bath and extra time applying my make up. Got to my friends and somehow managed to polish off two bottles of wine. Bugger. I'd been good all week and now I'd undone my hard work, wasn't thinking about it at the time though as it was rather nice.
Got up Saturday morning with a banging headache and absolutely no appetite, should have made myself eat breakfast but just couldn't face it. So I survived on coffee until about 8pm, then I had a salad, what a surprise. Today wasn't much better just drinking water and eating lunch. Didn't fancy anything else. In my own warped kind of way I'm hoping that my lack of food over the weekend has cancelled out the wine I drowned in. Fingers crossed. Everything crossed.
I'll find out tomorrow when I step on those scales, eeeeeeeek!
