Do you know a song called “Living for the Weekend”? It’s not my style at all, being RAWK music – and 80s rock at that, which is absurdly poodle-perms. Well, of course we all do that, but I’m living for the weigh ins (hmm, would still scan!), each week hoping that I’ll suddenly get a loss that reflects both my effort and a run of poor losses by compensating me with a good chunk of flab banished. That week was not this week. This week technically in the eyes of WW I stayed the same (yes, despite the cycle commute, despite a walk, despite only using half my weekly allowance) at Fat.0lbs. Gentle Reader I do not try your patience with tales of quarter pounds (or indeed quarter pounders!) but this week I just have to mention that I am technically heavier than last week – albeit by quarter of a lb at 14.0 ¾ lb. Really that’s 14.1lb.
It means that my average weight loss is ¼ of a stone a month. Half what I thought was reasonable and realistic. And unless this changes, I am going to be a fat bride. Or at least fat when I’m wedding dress shopping which is a traumatic prospect anyway and assumes a terrifying nightmare proportion.
So I set my face resolutely to next Friday and wish the intervening days gone. It’s no way to live.
This weekend we are having a meal out as we’ve got a weekend away, staying in a friend’s house in Suffolk. This is both exciting and terrifying – given my lack of progress without factoring a social life in. We were planning on doing an 8 mile walk and a 14 mile walk but the forecast is for rain, rain, rain. Am still hoping to get some sort of walk in but it’s unlikely to be a 14 miler. It’s so frustrating.
I don’t want to live by the rule of SoD but I cannot see an alternative as I know I cannot be fat and happy. I’ve tried it for years after all! Of course, I know that thin does not equal happy either. Not that I’m aiming for thin in any case. But it does mean less trauma about clothes, special occasions, self consciousness etc
I am hoping to do a cycle commute next week and my first ever zumba class too. Now, my experience thus far is that if I do any exercise I actually put weight on (no, clothes not feeling any looser), but intellectually I cannot believe that this is cause and effect. So I will plug away. At some point I’ll have to re-think but my mind is too boggled to contemplate what to do next.