Last night was weigh night. I wasn’t really looking forward to going, not one bit, but the wife made me. At the end of the day if I don’t go after a bad week it usually ends up being a bad two weeks and the damage is multiplied.
We got to group and it was quieter than usual. Normally the 7 pm group has around 35+ people stop for IMAGE Therapy, but tonight there only seemed to be about 15 people. This didn’t help me as I started thinking “well others haven’t been bothered to turn up, why am I here”. But I put my bag down on the usual seat and went to check me and the wife through pay while she used the ladies room. I paid the usual weekly fee and then put some Kiwi Fruits in the Slimmer of the Week basket.
I then queued for the scales. One of our friends was just ahead of us and she started giggling like a little kid and was really happy – I would be if I’d lost as much as her in a week, 8.5lbs lighter she was. I was happy for, I know the last couple of weeks she’s struggled and it’s had her down, so it’s good to see she was able to bring that sort of weight loss in this week, no doubt it has motivated her a bit more for this next week.
It eventually came to my turn to step on the little black square that I sometimes wish would just swallow me up. I closed my eyes, didn’t want to see the figure on the display and asked for the weight lady not to tell me what I’ve put on. What was just a couple of seconds seemed minutes in my head. All of a sudden I heard the gentle “well done” I usually get when I’ve lost weight. This confused me, I opened my eyes and looked at the figure on the display. I’d lost but couldn’t quite workout how much by – it wasn’t a huge loss.
“Three pounds off this week” is what was said next as I stepped down. I couldn’t believe. I know some meals this last week have been on plan, but equally some have not. I’ve snacked and I went out with some friends on Saturday night. How I lost 3lbs I do not know, I just can’t understand it.
IMAGE Therapy went on as usual, us all having a laugh and a joke with our consultant. Annette (our consultant) then turned to me and congratulated me on my loss this week. She asked the usual “are you happy with that”. I was over the moon, on cloud 9, but still couldn’t work out why. I gave the usual “yep, I’m happy with that, it’s a loss so I’m not going to complain”.
She could tell from my tone of voice I wasn’t expecting it, so she asked “how can you protect yourself for the next week and make sure you have a loss again next week?”. I didn’t know what to say, I wasn’t expecting a loss this week and I certainly wasn’t looking to next week just yet. Then I remembered I have a Food Diary at home that should help protect me this week, “I’m going to use my food diary, note everything down and make sure my syns are counted” – I’ve not properly counted syns since probably week 3 or 4, hence why I don’t loose every week.
The loss this week has inspired me a little, so I feel right now anyway. It made me realise that no matter how I feel I have to go to group, get weighed and stay for IMAGE Therapy. I’m also looking forward to trying out this new bike now it’s prepped and ready to be rolling. Exercise isn’t a requirement on Slimming World, but ‘body magic’ as it’s called will always help. Hell, I might even try for my Bronze Body Magic award.