Tuesday, 4 December 2018

uh uh, not today, thank you

Not weighing today. Husband's birthday weekend celebrations have taken their toll. He has gained 3 lbs. 

No way am I getting on those scales. But I still live in hope of having a (mini) dress for Christmas even if I have to go bare-footed.

Tuesday, 27 November 2018

Any weight loss is better than gain

I plucked up my courage to get back on the scales this week and it wasn't too bad: 60.9 kg. That equates to roughly 9st 8lbs.

Last time I weighed I was 61.3 kg. (I really must find out how to change the settings on my scales to imperial.) That's 9st 9lbs.

If I'm being accurate it's slightly less than 1 lb (.9)  I've lost but I'll colour in 2 blobs in expectation of doing better next week. (Although it is Husband's birthday.)

Tuesday, 20 November 2018

Feeling fat, fat, fat

So that's two Tuesdays that I've not weighed. 

It was my birthday the Monday before last and the after-choc-shocks are still happening - or were until yesterday when I finished it all. (Except two boxes of Maltesers that I am trying very hard to keep hidden and not eat yet.)

Feeling fat and podgy and didn't want to experience the horror of a reality check so stayed away from the scales today again. 

Next week it WILL be different. It had better be otherwise my Christmas dress will be indecent.

Tuesday, 6 November 2018

Not getting away with things

The trouble with me - can you tell that I haven't done very well? - is that I think I can get away with things.

Like crisps. I'm not eating a whole packet. No, just handfuls of a family size packet.

Fruit doesn't count. It's allowed. It's good for me. I can eat a whole tub of grapes.

I only eat sweeties in the car so they don't count.

And so on.

Which is why I've only lost barely half a pound this week. I decided to be generous with my decimal placings allowing me to colour in one blob on my Christmas dress. At this rate it will be a very mini dress. (I'm starting with the boobs to ensure some bits of me are covered at least.)

Wednesday, 31 October 2018

Countdown to Christmas

Okay, time to take this eating back under my control. (Says she having just finished off a packet of crisps leftover by the grandchildren - not their choice - I stopped them from having more.)

My weight is steadily rising so I'm going to do roughly what Slimming World members had the chance to do last year: colour in a dress. Or in my case, dress and shoes.
For every half pound I lose I can colour in one blob in the hope that by Christmas I will have lost 7 lbs or half a stone. 

As of weigh day yesterday I weighed in at 61.5 kg. That converts to 135.6 lbs - let's call it 136 lbs, or 9 st 10 oz.

It's not a huge challenge except for the fact that it's nearly my birthday and then GrandDaughter1's and then Husband's ... Oh and the fact that I'm a little piggy.

And I'm going to the theatre tonight so will have to have ice cream.

Tuesday, 9 October 2018

When is a stick not a stick?

I've succeeded in two weeks in putting back on the tiny amount of weight I lost during the 30 day challenge.

Not happy. But I knew it would be bad. So I'm stopping the special K for lunch and trying again under the Slimming World rules.

To cheer me up here's a grape stalk pretending to be a stick insect.

Tuesday, 2 October 2018

Suck it, Ms Scales

Should have weighed this morning but ...
I've had a bad week eating wise;
I'm feeling good at the moment;
I don't want a number to make me miserable.

Also Husband has lost weight for the umpteenth week and is his lowest for ages and I will be jealous.

So there, Ms Scales!