What Goes Up Must Come Down

My Slimming World journey lately has been very much like the bike rides I do.  I normally start and finish a ride at the same point, so what goes up must come down.  This is what I tell myself when I’m struggling up a hill (a hill most people wouldn’t even huff and puff at), it often gets me to the top knowing that at some point I will be going down again and can have a break, I mean recover.

I was on a roll a few weeks ago with my weight, I’d lost 12.5 lbs in the space of 4 weeks, that just over 3 lbs a week… I was feeling good.  Then the dredded manflu set in and this is what kills me more now than the actual weight gain during this period.  In the last two weeks I’ve gained 7.5 lbs, a whopping 3.75 lbs each week on average.  It kills me that it is so much easier to gain weight than it is to loose it.

The bike (or rather my dads bike) hasn’t seen any action in 3 weeks now.  That coupled with two weeks of really bad decisions food wise has left me in a state.  At the start of last week I felt really low, low enough that I started not to care about what gain I may see on Wednesday weigh night.  But then Wednesday weigh night came and long behold I found 5 lbs of that 7.5 lbs I have gained.  This hit me in the face as hard as one of those freak flies that catch you when hurtling down a road at 20mph on the bike (not that I often reach that speed).

So now the up is here, I’m not feeling all that confident for this weeks weigh-in either as I’ve not been on plan, though some meals have been.  I keep telling myself it’s time to be an adult and make the right choices when it comes to eating, my head is in the game, but unfortunately my stomach keeps winning.

But I’m not well over the spurt of manflu I had for a couple of weeks and I now have some time to get out on the bike again.  I was on call with work last week whihc restricts me a little, but no excuses this week.  Come rain or shine I will be pedalling away.  They say at Slimming World you don’t have to exercise when you stick to plan, that’s all well and fine, but getting out on the bike is the only time I get to myself, the only time I get to clear my head of all that goings off.  Being on my bike is more than just exercise, it’s where I can turn off from thinking about work for a bit, turn off from thinking about home for a bit, for that time is just me, the bike and the road (not forgetting all those impatient drivers of vehicles with engines).

Hopefully I am now at the crest of the hill with this weight gain and come Wednesday next week I will be well and truely on the way hown snaking around that bag of crisps there or that sausage roll over there.  It won’t quite be like cycling up the alps and back down again, but as long as I’m going down I will be happier.  I will believe inmyself that little more and I will not get myself stuck in a rut.  Afterall, the lighter I am, the easier it will be to get up those hills on the bike.

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