Last night was Wednesday night and Wednesday night means weigh night for me.  It’s that time of week my mum comes to baby sit while I go stand on a set of scales and talk about food and weight loss.  Yes Wednesday night is Slimming World night.

This past week hasn’t been a bad week food wise.  I’ve been on plan most of the week with the curve ball of Saturday evening thrown into the mix.  I was determined not to let Saturday Evening destroy my week when usually, after something like that, it would.  In the past when I’ve not made the best decision at the time I often gt lead astray for the rest of the week and before I know it I’ve destroyed a week of slimming.

This week was different.  I was more determined than I’ve been for a number of weeks.  After a few weeks of gains I lost 3 lbs last week and I aimed for that again.  Often when I set a mini target of more than 2 lbs for the week I end up gaining, but not this week, this week was different and I felt a lot better about it and the decisions I’ve made.

I often battle with myself, I have my right shoulder which says be good, follow the plan.  I have the left shoulder which tells me I want to eat that rubbish, who cares about regret when it tastes that good.  Well this week the left shoulder only one the once and it was for only one meal, not one day.  It’s put a spring in my step when I think about that changes I’ve conquered this week mentally.  I often have to look to others like my wife and friends to try and put me off spurring out of control.  But this week I felt more in control of my own feelings and my own week.

I still wasn’t looking forward to the scales last night though.  Although I knew I’d done what I could this week to loose, I was still worrying about that mini target.  It’s a routine I go through every single week.  The feeling in my stomach of “have I let myself down again”.  All that went though my mind was Saturday night and that takeaway.  I kept thinking “regardless of getting back on track, I’m still going to gain”.  It’s a mindset which I imagine a lot of people trying to loose weight have.

The scales loomed and I gave the weigh lady my member card and bible (the book that guides on how the whole Slimming World plan works and keeps track of my weight every week).  The scales bleeped as they do every week to indicate they’re ready to weigh me.  I stepped on knowing my weight from last week.  The numbers on the displayed steady then flashed – it had taken my weight.

Now at this moment I looked at the numbers, I knew I had last straight away, but for a moment couldn’t work out how much.  That feeling of uncertainty in the pit of my stomach disappeared.  I just wanted to jump up and down, I’d done it despite the little hurdle at the weekend.  I took a sneak peak at the tablet on the table and it showed I’d lost 5.5 lbs – that’s the equivalent of 5 iPads, or 50 darts.


I took my card and my bible back to my seat while the wife got weighed, she always makes me go first.  As I was walking back to my seat for IMAGE Therapy, I kept thinking “that must be Slimmer of the Week”.  I lost a for bit this week in 7 days, but in my Slimming World group it’s not guaranteed to be Slimmer of the Week.  We regularly have losses of up to 10 lbs in our group recently.

Group went on as usual with the laughter and joy as it always does (one of the reasons I stay).  All the way through I was listening to see if anyone lost more than me.  Then there was one person, the wife!  She’d lost 6 lbs this week (which is AMAZING!).  I then felt lost, like that one thing I wanted (a sticker and certificate) had just been snapped away from me in an instant.  I wasn’t happy.  But, come the end of the group our consultant announced me as the Slimmer of the Week.  It took a moment to work out why when my wife had lost more, but then it occurred to me, you have to have lost or maintained the previous week to qualify, this is where I won.  As horrible as it sounds that I was over joyed to beat the wife to Slimmer of the Week by the fact she had a small gain last week, she did an amazing job this week, just as I realise I did too.


The moral of the story, a bad meal doesn’t make a bad week if you don’t let it.  Have that bad meal if you really need it but get straight back on it for the meal after.