Something happened on the tube the other night that gave me pause to think. Often I try not to think on my commute in case I run screaming into the open air, shouting that it’s unbearable. I was standing on the tube (obvs) by two girls in their early 20s. Despite being immersed in my kindle, it became obvious that they were talking about me as one would look at me, turn to the other and say something, then they’d both look at me, then the other would say something... It went on for a bit and my heart sunk. I started to feel really uncomfortable, unhappy and defensive. In true passive-aggressive British style, I gave them a hard stare. Then one said “We were talking about you – about your hair, saying what a lovely colour it was and how much it would suit a friend of mine”. I guess they must have been hairdressers as they were then saying something like “oh yes, an 897 – maybe with a dash of 278”.
I have a bit of an ‘issue’ with my appearance at the best of times. At the worst of times it causes me quite a lot of distress and anxiety. I guess it’s bubbling up to the surface recently – partly because there’s a lot of pressure to have my photo on my work’s website and partly just because. I really hate photos btw – I think I look even worse in them that in real life. But this incident on the tube reminded me that actually, just because I think the worse, it’s not necessarily the case. If that girl hadn’t said anything, I would have got off that tube, beating myself up mentally for my ugliness and feeling very upset. It would have ruined at the least my evening, if not my week. I’d have spent countless future moments obsessing over it again and again (I know this as I’ve had certified bad moments dating back quite some time and I still think about them occasionally). I can’t, hand on heart, say that it will cure my paranoia, but I will try to remember this.
Still not getting back into a successful chub-reducing mode. I’m seeing small dips on SoD but my overall stats for the week were 2lbs on. I had a jump up over the weekend and it’s been steadily – if not very quickly – dipping down but, as I say, overall up. I’m not letting it derail me though. At least not yet. And actually, overall, although I haven’t done very well, I don’t give up, I do just adjust my approach and relentlessly carry on.
So, outlook for the next week is good – up to official WI day. No pesky social life to interfere with dieting. And the following week is looking less good so I really need to make hay this week. Metaphorically speaking. Next week I have a pizza evening planned with office pals, and cocktails and dinner (a posh Italian. Restaurant not person) for my stepson’s birthday. But there’s a whole other WI before then so I won’t fret about that just yet.