A brief reprieve

My decidedly non-official WIs show that SoD is showing its usual determination to destroy my equilibrium by refusing to budge despite heroic efforts on my part. I have done a lot of walking (enough to budge the bulge but not to cause my (useless) body to panic and cling on to its ready fat supplies) - 10 miles on Saturday and 2.5 -3 on Wednesday, Friday and Monday (and today). I ate a hearty breakfast at the weekend and so just had a snack for lunch those days and I just had the one glass of wine over the entire weekend. But, as ever, SoD is winning the mental battle and today I ate too much chocolate - the right stuff: dark and 'only' 100g but it's more than I usually allow myself. And stupidly and senselessly it's because the scales aren't budging - exactly where's the logic there, doofus (I speak to myself, dear Reader, not to you)? And it made my heart flutter most uncomfortably as if I'd had a couple of strong coffees. On the pain/pleasure basis, I ought to realise that this much chocolate is A Bad Idea and never do it again. Hmmm.

But I do realise how far I've come (I mistyped 'far' as 'fat' which was sobering) - I've had a couple of comments recently admiring my "willpower". Now, I've always thought of myself as so entirely lacking in willpower that I don't possess an iota of it in my entire body, but you know what, although I do fail sometimes (see, sigh, above) I succeed so many times. And I'm SO much better than I used to be. It's still a story in progress but I've come a long way. If not to the kingdom of slimdom, alas.

Bizarrely I've also had 3 comments all around me looking "sleek" or been asked if I've lost weight. SoD says a big fat NUH-UH. And I know I've not built muscle and reduced chub so it's not that. I am, frankly, mystified. All I can think is that people assume that because I'm getting married, I must be dieting and therefore must be losing weight. And that people see what they expect to see. May that continue through the ceremony is all I can say - just keep those rose-tinted glasses (or whatever they are) firmly affixed please.

Today should have been the WI but I wasn't at home at SoD's disposal to diss me and dismiss me this morning - I stayed at my mum's last night (not to avoid SoD but because I'd had my hair cut). So tomorrow is the day which dictates my mood for the week (only a slight exaggeration). Panic-eating 100g of chocolate was probably not the best timing then. Even if it is the season of chocolate. I really want to skip the WI so I will have to force myself to do it tomorrow - and then I'll try and come on here as a way of holding myself accountable and tell you the news. And our weekend plans. Best to look ahead, hey?