Normally, as you know, I get pretty narked when I put weight on after a week of being good.
However, this week, I've put half a pound on, and although the llamas haven't come out for a celebratory fiesta (although to be fair they had two fiestas last week so they could do with a break), I'm really not too worried about it.
This is good because I've taken into account that for the first couple of days since my last weigh in I was still a bit wobbly on the diet before getting back on it properly on Monday so I haven't really had a week of being good, I've had about four days of being good. I've also taken into account the fact that I've drunk a lot more water this week, mostly due to the fact I've walked everywhere. I've walked about four miles a day over the last week, which doesn't seem like much but it's more than twice as far as I usually walk, so for me, it's loads, and I've probably developed a teensy tiny bit of muscle. Not to mention the fact I've worked full-time which always screws up my diet plans, and I more often than not end up skipping breakfast altogether, which isn't ideal, I know. But still, I know why I've put on, and that's less frustrating than being really good and still putting half a pound on. AND it means that I'm finally starting to get a bit of perspective on weight loss, realising that it can't always be a constant thing and just because I put a bit on, it doesn't mean that I'm a bad person or a failure. Which is quite a revelation.
However, at the same time, it's also a bit scary because not being too worried about a weight gain can make you complacent. And I'm not skinny enough to get complacent!
Andrea The Consultant gave us all the New Members' talk again. It's not just been me that's been a bit screw-uppy, everyone's gone a bit off the boil. It's apparently only 16 weigh-ins till Christmas, which doesn't worry me too much because obviously I don't celebrate Christmas and I've no plans around that time anyway other than to eat my own body weight in chocolate and to drink enough alcohol to make Georgie Best, Oliver Reed, Keith Moon and Robert Newton all applaud my stalwart efforts.
But it's only seven weigh-ins until the Michael Nesmith gig, and that does worry me. Even though it shouldn't, really. I know if anyone said to me this time last year I'd be able to wear a size 18 dress to go and see Michael Nesmith in concert, I'd have laughed at the implausibility of both suggestions. So, really, in that sort of context, even if I don't lose another dress size between now and then, I'm still ridiculously thinner than I was this time last year - AND I'll get to fulfill a lifelong ambition and actually be in the same room at the same time as my favourite Monkee. I mean, it's all good. Even if I put four stone on between now and then, the fact I'll be there is incredible enough in itself. Not that I will, of course. I've come much too far now to go back to how I used to be.
But now I'm here, two or three dress sizes to go until I get to target (I probably won't reach that decision until I've lost the next two dress sizes!), and it somehow still doesn't feel like I've done nearly enough. I know it isn't a race. I'm not trying to be thin for an event or because someone else is losing X amount of stones and I want to beat them to it. I'm losing weight because I don't want to spend the rest of my life not doing things because I'm too fat to do them. And if it takes me a year to do it or it takes me 18 months to do it - fine, so long as I do it eventually.
But I still want to get it over and done with as quickly as I can so I can make a start on maintaining it!!
It isn't an impossible ask to drop a dress size in 7 weeks. In fact, it's quite reasonable. I know I can do it. So I'd best get on with it, really, hadn't I?! I've not got time to mope - I've got lbs to shed!
Join me again at some juncture next week when I may have some sort of an update for you. But if not I shall update again on Friday when hopefully, fingers crossed, after a whole week of being good I'll finally have a result worthy of a fiesta from the llamas!!
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Friday, 7 September 2012
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
Clothes Horse
This is it, folks. This is what 'back on track' looks like. A Wednesday blog and being on course for a three-post week. I'm on fire! Not literally, don't worry.
I've got back onto the green tea, I've started eating more fruit and I've kept myself to below 10 Syns per day. If I don't see at least some improvement by Friday I'll throw the blasted new scales out the window - don't try and stop me!! I may be skinnier now but I've still got the strength of a girl nearly three stone heavier than me...!! Grr!
I sort of feel like I've been a bit of an in-between size for the last couple of months. I reckon I've got about another stone to lose before I get back into my old clothes. There are two items of clothing that I'm desperate to be able to wear again - a black pinstripe shirt dress and a dogtooth skirt suit, both of which are a size 18. I'm a lot closer to both than I was five months ago, which is great. At the moment I'm wearing clothes far too big for me because I'm still trying to put off that clothes shopping trip that I know will be looming at some juncture. I'll wait. All my clothes are already at least one size too big for me, one more won't hurt. I'll go shopping when I'm officially thin enough to throw *all* my old clothes out. Or at least the majority of them. I know that sounds very wasteful, but honestly, my clothes are all so old and battered, if I sent them to the third world, they'd send 'em back with a note saying, "What do you think we are, a charity?" Cancer Research UK would blacklist me if I left any of my clothes at one of their charity shops.
At the moment I've only got one skirt, it's probably two sizes too big and when I first slimmed into it it was just above my knee. It's now halfway down my shin. It does look ridiculous. I will sort it out one day, honestly. I just want to get there first. As soon as I'm comfortably into a size 18 I'll cheerfully bin my fat clothes, get myself down the high street, walk in with my head held high and bypass the Fat Person's Clothes section and buy something that actually looks nice and not like a misshapen sack with a token handful of sequins in a feeble attempt at making a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Oh, how I long for that day!
Seriously, if anyone wants to come with me to help me , that'd be great. Send all applications to the usual address and in no more than 20 words, complete the sentence, "I should take Spev clothes shopping for skinny person clothes because..." I'll even treat you to a coffee and a slice of cake from Costa while we're out by way of a thank you!
Join me on Friday when hopefully I'll at least have boxed off most of that pesky 3 1/2 lbs that's keeping me from reaching my 3 stone target. With any luck the llamas will have come up with a lovely dance routine and we can all have a great time shaking our maracas together!! Arriba!!
I've got back onto the green tea, I've started eating more fruit and I've kept myself to below 10 Syns per day. If I don't see at least some improvement by Friday I'll throw the blasted new scales out the window - don't try and stop me!! I may be skinnier now but I've still got the strength of a girl nearly three stone heavier than me...!! Grr!
I sort of feel like I've been a bit of an in-between size for the last couple of months. I reckon I've got about another stone to lose before I get back into my old clothes. There are two items of clothing that I'm desperate to be able to wear again - a black pinstripe shirt dress and a dogtooth skirt suit, both of which are a size 18. I'm a lot closer to both than I was five months ago, which is great. At the moment I'm wearing clothes far too big for me because I'm still trying to put off that clothes shopping trip that I know will be looming at some juncture. I'll wait. All my clothes are already at least one size too big for me, one more won't hurt. I'll go shopping when I'm officially thin enough to throw *all* my old clothes out. Or at least the majority of them. I know that sounds very wasteful, but honestly, my clothes are all so old and battered, if I sent them to the third world, they'd send 'em back with a note saying, "What do you think we are, a charity?" Cancer Research UK would blacklist me if I left any of my clothes at one of their charity shops.
At the moment I've only got one skirt, it's probably two sizes too big and when I first slimmed into it it was just above my knee. It's now halfway down my shin. It does look ridiculous. I will sort it out one day, honestly. I just want to get there first. As soon as I'm comfortably into a size 18 I'll cheerfully bin my fat clothes, get myself down the high street, walk in with my head held high and bypass the Fat Person's Clothes section and buy something that actually looks nice and not like a misshapen sack with a token handful of sequins in a feeble attempt at making a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Oh, how I long for that day!
Seriously, if anyone wants to come with me to help me , that'd be great. Send all applications to the usual address and in no more than 20 words, complete the sentence, "I should take Spev clothes shopping for skinny person clothes because..." I'll even treat you to a coffee and a slice of cake from Costa while we're out by way of a thank you!
Join me on Friday when hopefully I'll at least have boxed off most of that pesky 3 1/2 lbs that's keeping me from reaching my 3 stone target. With any luck the llamas will have come up with a lovely dance routine and we can all have a great time shaking our maracas together!! Arriba!!
Friday, 17 February 2012
Happy Dancing
C'mon, llamas - time for you lot to get your dancing hooves on!!
*shakes maracas and dances round like a thing possessed*
Never in my whole life have I been so happy to lose one pound!! That's it. First stone - BAYY-UMM!! Gone!! Never coming back!!! This is it, folks. One down, six to go. I can do this. I can. I can do it. Certainly by the end of the year. Perhaps August is a bit of a big ask. But I can get most of this weight boxed off by then, at least!!
I'm not losing as fast as I'd like. I knew it wasn't going to be easy and that I probably wouldn't lose 5lbs a week indefintely. But after a fortnight of extra Being Good and only having lost a total of 2 1/2lbs, I must say I'm feeling a little nonplussed by the idea that eating less slows down your slimming rate. I noshed like a mad eejit in my first week and lost 5 1/2 lbs. Haven't eaten so much since and haven't lost as much weight. There may be something in that. I put in my target weight on the Slimming World Online site and according to their calculations I might have reached it by 8 April 2013. That's a bit depressing. I really need to get my act together and just try harder. I'm not sure how they worked it out, though. If I lost a stone in six weeks, not even at lightning pace, I don't understand why they think it'll take me 14 months to lose the other six... I'll just have to prove the calculator wrong, that's all. What do calculators know, anyway?! Nothing, they're just machines. The maths is wrong. They haven't reckoned on me - SuperSpev! I'll slim down like some sort of slimming ninja (slimmer in a half-shell... SKINNY POWER!) and reach my target weight before they've even registered it!
Besides, I haven't really eaten much the last couple of weeks through one thing and another. I think the only way that Slimming World really works is if you do eat. And eat. And, by Jove, keep eating. It's my kinda diet.
Mr Syn Free Sausage 2012 has agreed to come to the club in the next couple of weeks with a selection of snorkers and burgers and all sorts of yummy stuff like that. We all got a little note on our seats to tell us. I couldn't help but laugh when Andrea the Consultant referred to him as The Sausage Man. She then went on, quite randomly, to ask if anyone had Special Pancakes. Well. I was in stitches. Apparently, and this sounds gross, so never do it. If you put a packet of microwavable porridge oats in a Muller Light yoghurt along with two eggs and mix it all up, then put it in the fridge overnight, it ends up making a pancake batter. I would seriously rather go without. It sounds hideous. I'll have real pancakes when I'm thin, thanks.
Dave the Bloke wasn't there, but another bloke has joined. I don't like him. He's not a groovy guy like Dave the Bloke, and he has definite hygiene issues. The room was pratically empty and he turned up late with his mum and they chose to come and sit next to me. He almost took up half of my chair as well as his own. Dude. Personal space. And they didn't even acknowledge I was there! Just rude. Beth the Legend was also strangely absent.
We had a taster evening, which I didn't partake in. Felt a bit embarrassed. I know it's a highly illogical thing, but I've never been a fan of eating in public and have had several cruel comments passed at me on the odd occasion I do - even when I was thinner. I know, the last place I would get abuse hurled at me for eating would be in a slimming club - especially when some of the people there are bigger than me... but... nah. Not my scene. Someone made chicken fried rice using honey and soy sauce. She gave us the recipe and I might have a bash at making it - possibly without the honey. It sounded awesome and practically Syn free. Someone else made a vanilla cheesecake which sounded utterly sublime. Must look for the recipes online!
Jo and I are going to Manchester tomorrow to see Olly Murs (to be said in the dramatic style of Voiceover Man from X-Factor - OLLY MUUURRRS!!!). Really excited, should be a great night - and at least I don't need to worry about missing The Magicians! Will provide a full report of the action from the weekend in Monday's update. I hope everyone has an equally fabulous weekend, whatever your plans are. Be good!!
*shakes maracas and dances round like a thing possessed*
Never in my whole life have I been so happy to lose one pound!! That's it. First stone - BAYY-UMM!! Gone!! Never coming back!!! This is it, folks. One down, six to go. I can do this. I can. I can do it. Certainly by the end of the year. Perhaps August is a bit of a big ask. But I can get most of this weight boxed off by then, at least!!
I'm not losing as fast as I'd like. I knew it wasn't going to be easy and that I probably wouldn't lose 5lbs a week indefintely. But after a fortnight of extra Being Good and only having lost a total of 2 1/2lbs, I must say I'm feeling a little nonplussed by the idea that eating less slows down your slimming rate. I noshed like a mad eejit in my first week and lost 5 1/2 lbs. Haven't eaten so much since and haven't lost as much weight. There may be something in that. I put in my target weight on the Slimming World Online site and according to their calculations I might have reached it by 8 April 2013. That's a bit depressing. I really need to get my act together and just try harder. I'm not sure how they worked it out, though. If I lost a stone in six weeks, not even at lightning pace, I don't understand why they think it'll take me 14 months to lose the other six... I'll just have to prove the calculator wrong, that's all. What do calculators know, anyway?! Nothing, they're just machines. The maths is wrong. They haven't reckoned on me - SuperSpev! I'll slim down like some sort of slimming ninja (slimmer in a half-shell... SKINNY POWER!) and reach my target weight before they've even registered it!
Besides, I haven't really eaten much the last couple of weeks through one thing and another. I think the only way that Slimming World really works is if you do eat. And eat. And, by Jove, keep eating. It's my kinda diet.
Mr Syn Free Sausage 2012 has agreed to come to the club in the next couple of weeks with a selection of snorkers and burgers and all sorts of yummy stuff like that. We all got a little note on our seats to tell us. I couldn't help but laugh when Andrea the Consultant referred to him as The Sausage Man. She then went on, quite randomly, to ask if anyone had Special Pancakes. Well. I was in stitches. Apparently, and this sounds gross, so never do it. If you put a packet of microwavable porridge oats in a Muller Light yoghurt along with two eggs and mix it all up, then put it in the fridge overnight, it ends up making a pancake batter. I would seriously rather go without. It sounds hideous. I'll have real pancakes when I'm thin, thanks.
Dave the Bloke wasn't there, but another bloke has joined. I don't like him. He's not a groovy guy like Dave the Bloke, and he has definite hygiene issues. The room was pratically empty and he turned up late with his mum and they chose to come and sit next to me. He almost took up half of my chair as well as his own. Dude. Personal space. And they didn't even acknowledge I was there! Just rude. Beth the Legend was also strangely absent.
We had a taster evening, which I didn't partake in. Felt a bit embarrassed. I know it's a highly illogical thing, but I've never been a fan of eating in public and have had several cruel comments passed at me on the odd occasion I do - even when I was thinner. I know, the last place I would get abuse hurled at me for eating would be in a slimming club - especially when some of the people there are bigger than me... but... nah. Not my scene. Someone made chicken fried rice using honey and soy sauce. She gave us the recipe and I might have a bash at making it - possibly without the honey. It sounded awesome and practically Syn free. Someone else made a vanilla cheesecake which sounded utterly sublime. Must look for the recipes online!
Jo and I are going to Manchester tomorrow to see Olly Murs (to be said in the dramatic style of Voiceover Man from X-Factor - OLLY MUUURRRS!!!). Really excited, should be a great night - and at least I don't need to worry about missing The Magicians! Will provide a full report of the action from the weekend in Monday's update. I hope everyone has an equally fabulous weekend, whatever your plans are. Be good!!
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Am I Thin Yet?!
No. No, I'm not.
Therein lies the pain in all of this. It's all very well and good having a positive attitude, tensing myself skinny and visualising myself looking like I've just stepped off Carnaby Street in 1965 - but then I look down. Is it August yet? Have I lost enough dress sizes to walk into New Look* without getting stared at?! Can I even begin to entertain a hope of walking into River Island* without the skinny bint behind the counter batting an eyelid?!
No. No, it isn't. And no. I haven't. In all fairness, I know I'm not the most patient of people. Not even with myself. In fact, especially not with myself. I'm a grump-bag and the first to admit it, but I probably get the worst end of it.
It's only been a fortnight!! It's an epic diet, not a flippin' miracle cure! I really need to calm down and not freak out. I'll be settled into it in the next couple of weeks and hopefully not even think about it too much. Patience. It's a virtue. Allegedly. But I do need to work on it otherwise I'll just send myself doolally. Despite what Peter Kay may have said, it is impossible to lose 14 stone in one day!!! Wish it wasn't, though. That'd help!!
I've already got into smaller trousers. Not much smaller, I grant you, and they're still a bit tight. Also, the trousers I'd shrunk out of and into are probably unreliably sized - I categorically do not trust supermarket sizes. I don't know anyone who can buy their relevant sized clothing from a supermarket and fit into it comfortably. Even a pal of mine I used to work with who is tiny used to buy at least one size bigger in Asda than she would buy if she was in a high street shop. So it's not just a weird excuse invented by the larger person to make them feel thinner. When 99% of your clothes are one size and one pair of trousers is another, I think it's safe to say that the trousers are wrong and not you.
I don't feel thinner. This time last week I felt like I'd lost weight. I don't have that this week. Which is horrible, because if anything I've tried even harder this week. I know I'll find out tomorrow one way or another, but what if I've stayed the same, or worse yet, put weight on? If I have done I really won't know why. Am I going to feel this distressed every week in the run up to Thursday?! I flippin' hope not. I've got other things to worry about.
This is not the time to start panicking. The time to start panicking is when I get to the middle of May and I still haven't lost anything. Which won't happen. But what if it does?!
So, then. There's only one thing left to do.
Gimme an E. Gimme an X. Gimme an E. Gimme an R. Gimme a C. Gimme an I. Gimme an S. Gimme an E. What does it spell?
No, really - what does it spell?!?? It's years since I've given it a second's thought!!
That's right, folks. The dreaded E word, which for so long has been regarded as swearing in my world. It's got to be done. Eventually I will join a gym. I will. I know I'm the least athletic person in the world but I actually really like the gym. It's my kind of thing. It's non-contact, there are no teams to be picked for last (after the dustbin at the other end of the playground), you can get your favourite 60s choons on your music-playing device, ignore everyone and people will bog off and leave you to get on with it. Gyms are great for the anti-social would-be recluse. Odd as it sounds, I am a fan of them.
Unfortunately, at the moment I'm a bit skint and I'd quite like to wait until I've already lost a bit of weight before I go - mostly so that it'll be easier to find suitable clothes to exercise in. So, I need to think of something else to do. Luckily, I think I've hit upon a plan.
The Six O'Clock Boogie is still a valid idea and when I finally get round to making myself a decent 60s dance CD and clearing a suitable space in my bedroom I will definitely get on with that. There is also the Skip-It.
For those of you who were children in the early 90s, you might remember these things. There's a ball on one end of a rope and a hoop at the other end. You put the hoop around your ankle and spin the rope round, then skip over the rope when it gets to your free leg. It requires quite a technique and definitely burns up quite a lot of energy. If you get a good enough space you can do it in the living room while watching The Champions (or any other 60s TV show you might have a box set of!). It was my favourite thing when I was eight. I was great at it. My little feet were blurry, I used to go so fast!! I've searched all over t'internet for one and have finally found a site that sells them. Apparently they're still closed over Christmas (who closes for a month at Christmas?!), but they reopen next week. So after pay day I think I shall invest in one.
I've got to do something. Last week proved to me that the Slimming World thing works whether you exercise or not. Legend has it that it just works *better* if you exercise as well. I'll try it out. I want to feel thinner every week and not panic that I'm not doing it right.
Join me again on Friday when hopefully I shall be feeling a little less neurotic and will be able to report back to you on Week 3 at Fat Club. There will either be whoops of jubilation or guttural cries of anguish. But there won't be a trail of empty chocolate wrappers in my wake. Definitely not this time. I'm serious about it, now!!
*There are other high street shops available. And I likely won't shop in either of them after I've lost weight anyway, on principle!
Therein lies the pain in all of this. It's all very well and good having a positive attitude, tensing myself skinny and visualising myself looking like I've just stepped off Carnaby Street in 1965 - but then I look down. Is it August yet? Have I lost enough dress sizes to walk into New Look* without getting stared at?! Can I even begin to entertain a hope of walking into River Island* without the skinny bint behind the counter batting an eyelid?!
No. No, it isn't. And no. I haven't. In all fairness, I know I'm not the most patient of people. Not even with myself. In fact, especially not with myself. I'm a grump-bag and the first to admit it, but I probably get the worst end of it.
It's only been a fortnight!! It's an epic diet, not a flippin' miracle cure! I really need to calm down and not freak out. I'll be settled into it in the next couple of weeks and hopefully not even think about it too much. Patience. It's a virtue. Allegedly. But I do need to work on it otherwise I'll just send myself doolally. Despite what Peter Kay may have said, it is impossible to lose 14 stone in one day!!! Wish it wasn't, though. That'd help!!
I've already got into smaller trousers. Not much smaller, I grant you, and they're still a bit tight. Also, the trousers I'd shrunk out of and into are probably unreliably sized - I categorically do not trust supermarket sizes. I don't know anyone who can buy their relevant sized clothing from a supermarket and fit into it comfortably. Even a pal of mine I used to work with who is tiny used to buy at least one size bigger in Asda than she would buy if she was in a high street shop. So it's not just a weird excuse invented by the larger person to make them feel thinner. When 99% of your clothes are one size and one pair of trousers is another, I think it's safe to say that the trousers are wrong and not you.
I don't feel thinner. This time last week I felt like I'd lost weight. I don't have that this week. Which is horrible, because if anything I've tried even harder this week. I know I'll find out tomorrow one way or another, but what if I've stayed the same, or worse yet, put weight on? If I have done I really won't know why. Am I going to feel this distressed every week in the run up to Thursday?! I flippin' hope not. I've got other things to worry about.
This is not the time to start panicking. The time to start panicking is when I get to the middle of May and I still haven't lost anything. Which won't happen. But what if it does?!
So, then. There's only one thing left to do.
Gimme an E. Gimme an X. Gimme an E. Gimme an R. Gimme a C. Gimme an I. Gimme an S. Gimme an E. What does it spell?
No, really - what does it spell?!?? It's years since I've given it a second's thought!!
That's right, folks. The dreaded E word, which for so long has been regarded as swearing in my world. It's got to be done. Eventually I will join a gym. I will. I know I'm the least athletic person in the world but I actually really like the gym. It's my kind of thing. It's non-contact, there are no teams to be picked for last (after the dustbin at the other end of the playground), you can get your favourite 60s choons on your music-playing device, ignore everyone and people will bog off and leave you to get on with it. Gyms are great for the anti-social would-be recluse. Odd as it sounds, I am a fan of them.
Unfortunately, at the moment I'm a bit skint and I'd quite like to wait until I've already lost a bit of weight before I go - mostly so that it'll be easier to find suitable clothes to exercise in. So, I need to think of something else to do. Luckily, I think I've hit upon a plan.
The Six O'Clock Boogie is still a valid idea and when I finally get round to making myself a decent 60s dance CD and clearing a suitable space in my bedroom I will definitely get on with that. There is also the Skip-It.
For those of you who were children in the early 90s, you might remember these things. There's a ball on one end of a rope and a hoop at the other end. You put the hoop around your ankle and spin the rope round, then skip over the rope when it gets to your free leg. It requires quite a technique and definitely burns up quite a lot of energy. If you get a good enough space you can do it in the living room while watching The Champions (or any other 60s TV show you might have a box set of!). It was my favourite thing when I was eight. I was great at it. My little feet were blurry, I used to go so fast!! I've searched all over t'internet for one and have finally found a site that sells them. Apparently they're still closed over Christmas (who closes for a month at Christmas?!), but they reopen next week. So after pay day I think I shall invest in one.
I've got to do something. Last week proved to me that the Slimming World thing works whether you exercise or not. Legend has it that it just works *better* if you exercise as well. I'll try it out. I want to feel thinner every week and not panic that I'm not doing it right.
Join me again on Friday when hopefully I shall be feeling a little less neurotic and will be able to report back to you on Week 3 at Fat Club. There will either be whoops of jubilation or guttural cries of anguish. But there won't be a trail of empty chocolate wrappers in my wake. Definitely not this time. I'm serious about it, now!!
*There are other high street shops available. And I likely won't shop in either of them after I've lost weight anyway, on principle!
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