Tuesday, 1 July 2008

Forward facing

Well yesterday was a failure. At WI my weight was up but because they weigh in kilos I don't really know how much and I don't want to. I think that it showed a plus because I've gone from a first thing in the morning WI to an evening WI. On my scales I'd lost that (measly) lb - and I checked again this morning in case the sweets had caused my weight to increase yesterday and it still shows the same (ie 1lb down).

So I'm trying not to freak about it all but to write off this last week and settle down fresh to another week with determination - and then work out where I am and therefore what I want to do. Which does not include an option for scoffing lorryloads of sweets and chocolate etc

New LL group are a bit, erm, odd. I'm sure they're very nice but they're very, erm, spiritual/alternative, I suppose. They say things like "you are in the place where you are meant to be right now" (and they don't mean you've got the LLC's address right!) and "the universe will provide you with everything you need at any given time". The thing is, I'm a bit of a cynic and I found my mind clearly articulating to the latter that what I actually needed was a 5lb loss, a lottery win and some haribo fizzy sweets - the universe can't have been paying attention though as none of these things materialised. I think I'm going to find it difficult to click with this group as I'd rather have practical tactics but we'll see.

2 comments:

Lesley said...

ooommmm...fate is just another word for faith....ooommm

Don't try and work out what it means...I just made it up!

Yeah, I know what you mean, sometimes you need someone to tell you to stop eating and what to do if you're tempted!

Still, you know the answer and it does not lie on the snack table (that work of the devil). Good luck with your fresh start. I need to do the same.

Lesley x

Charlotte said...

Pah - evening weigh in vs morning weigh in? I can weigh 5 pounds more at that end of the day.

Stay away from the snack table P, you KNOW it's just the crack cocaine of the food world. And just like with the fags, or with the crack, every time you give in it just makes you want it again.

My OH is diabetic and we always have chocolate lying around because we *have* to. Yesterday I started scoffing some white G&Bs chocolate he had, and actually spat it out before swallowing it (how mad is that) because I realised - for once - that if that first piece went down my gullet, I'd have no chance of resisting the rest of the bar. And I managed to (yay for minor victories in life).

You deserve better than to shove that crap down your throat, anyway.