Oh dear, it’s all a bit heavy weather at the moment. And of course, heavy me. I looked back at my numbers and essentially I’ve been faffing about in this stone bracket for about a year I think. I need to get down another stone bracket (and another and another .... repeat ad lib to fade). And I feel better if I’m on course and not mucking about – Monday evening, at the end of a long starve day, I felt... I don’t know, powerful? In control? Determined? Yes, all of those.
But as we know, dear Reader, it’s the non-starve days where I mess up. Yesterday was a challenge; today has been a challenge. Yesterday as a strict-diet-but-not-starve day added an additional potential spanner in that I had to travel for work (nowhere exciting or exotic) and stay in a Travelodge. This posed two problems: one, the only food nearby was a Toby Carvery (*shudder*) or a Burger King. Now, I’ve not been to a Burger King for years, but onion rings and a fat burger issued something of a siren song (yes, I’m totally thinking of singing burgers now... Surreal.). Two: being away from home overnight somehow is a trigger to ‘treat’ myself to chocolate and/or cake. Reader: I bought a low calorie chicken salad and some fruit from M&S before getting the train (almost missing the train in the process and only finding out later that I was on a breakaway half of the train which was suddenly going elsewhere. But that’s by the by). I even had to go to a petrol station right by the Travelodge (remember what I said about not exciting or exotic?!) and only bought a bottle of water. If there was any justice in the world, I would have a spectacular loss just for this.
But there’s more.
Today would ordinarily be a starve day. But with an early start and a work thing away from the office – a work thing with much pressure and many snacks – I knew my usual routine would be hard to stick to. And then a friend happens to be in London and we’re meeting for a couple of cocktails. Well, there it is, right there, I might as well eat freely (and plentifully) and starve tomorrow, right? Wrong. I’ve eaten frugally – if somewhat randomly – in a kind of semi-starve day and will still do a starve day tomorrow. I’ll probably be steaming drunk on a couple of cocktails but there we go.
I suspect though that I’m not going to have a good result on the WI tomorrow – only one proper starve day plus evening cocktails tonight is likely to lead to a mean and vicious Scales of Doom tomorrow. But I feel kind of proud of myself – I just can’t sustain that if my weight doesn’t go down. We’re likely to be going to Canada in late September and I’d really like to be out of this stone bracket, through the next and into the one below that. I know. But I can’t help but hope for this just the same.
PS Canada- we may be going to Nova Scotia for some of it AND (if there are any other Anne Shirley fans out there – she’s the patron saint of all ginger girls with overactive imaginations) we may even go to PEI! I am actually ‘squeeee-ing’, if only on the inside.