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Can You Be Happy And Sad At The Same Time?

wednesday-weighin

Yesterday was Wednesday, which in turn means last night was weigh night.  We know I dread weighing in, the though those numbers go up instead of down compared to last week can drain me sometimes.  This week I tried to be optimistic.  The wife said she was dreading getting weighed and would paddy if she hadn’t lost what she wanted.  I had to ignore her (in the nicest way possible).  I didn’t want to worry about the weigh-in this week.

We managed to get to group a little earlier than usual this week.  We were crowning Mr Sleek and Miss Slinky so is was TASTER night.  I love taster nights, we get to eat while at group, some people take good low syn things in, some people take high syn snacks and treats.  We contributed some Deviled Eggs – a very easy thing to make, eggs, chilli powder and some red pepper for horns – I can share that in a recipe post some time.

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My Deviled Eggs

Anyway, we joined the queue, checked in and paid our weekly fee and went to weigh.  I did my usual wallet, keys, watch etc on the table, shoes off and climbed on the scales.  Much to my dismay I didn’t loose what I needed to get my 2 stone certificate.  I was a little disheartened by that, but on the bright side I’d lost and I am now down into the next stone bracket with my weight.  Past every cloud there is sunshine and all that.

Still I lost 2.5 lbs this week, which means I’m now 2 lbs away from obtaining my 2 stone certificate and shiny sticker.  Next week it will be mine and I can add some more paper to the side of the fridge at home.

My journey so far

Week: 26
Weight Lost: 1 Stone 12 lbs
To Club 10: 7.5 lbs

Better Night Than Expected

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.

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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.

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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.

Fail To Prepare, Prepare To Fail

It’s an old saying, one that is often correct so many times during ones life, but it’s not like I didn’t prepare this time.  The preparation was there, it just wasn’t followed through.

So this weekend we’ve been at the in-laws.  Yesterday my wife went on a spa day with her mum and sister, that left me and the father-in-law with three kids, 2 of my own and my neice.  My eldest is 4 years old, my youngest 9 months old and my niece is 1 year old.  I wasn’t looking forward to this day.  I know my two kids routine and what they want when they want, but I don’t know my niece quite as well as that (the sister-in-law lives a good 250 miles away).  I was expecting a really stressful day.

The preparation for this day started Friday.  When the wife picked The eldest up from school, she had to pop to Asda to get her some new tights (kids grown so damn fast), at the same time she popped next door to Iceland to grab a couple of frozen Slimming World meals for me to take for the weekend.  Preparation is a BIG part of Slimming World working for most people.

The Saturday started off great, the wife had cooked breakfast to fill us for the morning.  So many times we’ve rushed the morning skipped breakfast and it’s then gone down hill grabbing a coffee and muffin from Costa in the wah… Well not today!
We packed the car up, got the kids in and started to drive to the spa where I was dropping off the wife for the day.  About 75% of the way there I asked the wife of she’d put my Slimming World meals in the boot… She took one slow look at me, realised we’d completely forgot and slowly said “crap”.  Yep, that’s where the original preparation wasn’t followed through.  All is not lost here though.

I dropped the wife off and made my way to the in-laws.  Met the father-in-law and got the kids settled.  It was getting to lunch time and the original plan was to get the kids a chippy lunch.  But we scrapped this and they had a jacket potato with beans and sausage.  The father-in-law and I had a lovely ham salad.  Ham, Egg, Carrot, Lettuce, Cucumber, Tomato, Onion and a Jacket Potato.  It was beautiful and best of all, it was on loan with plenty of speed food. WIN!

The day went quite quick, we took the kids to the park for a couple of hours, they had a picnic tea (sandwiches, crisps and mini savoury balls), had a bath and got them to calm down for bed.  My two kids love their bed and are often like clockwork.  The youngest goes down at 7, with the eldest 15-30 minutes later, no questions asked.  My neice, however, does not always play ball when not sleeping at home.  Maybe she’s not keen on the fact she’s not in her own bed, maybe we were too soft with her because we weren’t sure of her bedtime routine and we didn’t want to wake the two that had already gone down.  Anyway, come 20:15 she was still wide awake.

At this point I really couldn’t be bothered to make anything for tea (should have thought about this earlier).  Without even thinking I whipped the phone out and ordered a pizza.  Half an hour later the pizza came, my niece still wide awake.  Then 15 minutes later the ladies returned from their spa day – and the first thing that went through my my mind was “caught red handed”.  The wife tried to talk me out the pizza, but it was 21:00 and I really couldn’t be bothered to wait for something to be cooked now.  The pizza tasted great, we both finished it off and I was stuffed, but now I really regret and feel really bad about it.  I went into the day determined to stick to plan, but didn’t quite make it.  Had I brought those damn Slimming World meals I would have been fine.

Today is a new day though and the cycle starts again, another chance to stick to plan, a day to redeem myself from the loss of will power yesterday.  A day to prove to myself I can do this, because I can do this and I will do this.  My mini target for this week is to loose 3lbs and that lapse in will power last night is not going to stop me.

A Nice Surprise

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.

Breakfast Is Key, Or Is It?

I have been told for the majority of my life that ‘Breakfast is the most important meal of the day’.  My parents told it me all the time when I was younger and I often didn’t want breakfast – usually to have some more TV time or something.  But is it really the most important meal of the day?

Now I’ve been alive for a little over 11,500 days.  Now quite a few of those days I was a baby, not eating food for breakfast etc, but we can safely say the vastt majority of those days I have eaten breakfast.  I’d say that commenting on how I feel through the morning if I have had or have not had breakfast could make me an expert – just like those of you who are older than me, or those who are younger but are reading this (I doubt kids are reading me drone on about weight and cycling).  Now I can’t and will not comment on how other people feel, I can only and will only comment on how I feel.

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Breakfast isn’t something I always have.  Most of the time I do, sometimes I do not.  It all depends on how I feel when I wake up in the morning or if I have woke up with enough time to grab something before going about my business.  But it is safe to say the most of the time I have breakfast.

Usually if I go without breakfast my day can go very differently compared to days I do have breakfast.  Usually without something in a morning I feel less energetic (obvious you might say), but this goes on all day.  I don’t suddenly pick up after lunch when I’ve eaten, it feels for me like the whole day drags.  We all know what it’s like for a day to really drag when you’re at work, it’s not nice.  Also, when I do get to lunch I can quite often feel the need to binge eat.  This is where I eat more than I need to, likely because I feel deprived from missing that most important meal of the day.  I then snack throught he afternoon and eat my evening meal later on.

Making sure I eat breakfast turns my day around completely.  It doesn’t deel it drags, often it feels it goes too quick and there isn’t enough time in the day to do everything that needs doing.  I snack a lot less, even in the afternoon when I’ve eaten something early on.  I don’t binge at lunch, instead I just eat whatever it is I’ve planned for lunch.  I’m also a happier person around others – this is key as I work with a lot of people and lets face it, no one likes a grumpy colleague.

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So, breakfast for me is rather important, maybe the most important meal of the day – who knows?  But this is why I make sure I have breakfast when I can.  I don’t often have breakfast before heading into work though, I often have it at work due to my earlier starts.  This isn’t always an issue as we have things at work like microwaves and fridges, so some hot and cold stuff is doable.  But we also have a small canteen that serves things like breakfast cobs and cereals (if i fancy paying).  Cereals are often a favourite of mine as I can take them to work in a tuppaware bowl and just add milk at work.  I have the fortune of being able to eat at my desk – my company isn’t as strict with food/drink in the office as some others may be.

A common discussion at my Slimming World group is people who often miss breakfast and they struggle with ‘on the go’ requirements.  Most of the time these people are nurses, or carers or some kind of job that requires you to be on your feet all the time with little chance of a break.  Again I’m fortunate as I sit my fat bum behind a desk all day.  But I do often feel for thsoe who eally struggle for morning meals.  If it was me who was in a job where I couldn’t find it easy enough to eat breakfast most days – I’d be unbareably  misserable.

Heading away from Slimming World and into cycling, I read around the Internet of people using a ‘fasting ride’ in a morning to loose that bit more weight.  Heading out on the bike for a short, hard ride before having breakfast when they get back.  I envy these people if it really does help loose a bit more weight.  I could only wish of getting up a hour or so earlier to hit the tarmac, especially around this time of year going into winter.  There is nothing I like more than a nice cosy, warm bed in a morning before the kids get me up.  Maybe it would be an idea to give it ago, at least a couple of times through right?  Surely it can’t be a myth that a few small fasting rides help loose that bit more weight?  Some keen cyclinst reading this post may comment and tell me to just get out and ride (if you’re still reading by this point) and feel the benefits of a little exercise to get the metabolism going instead of food.

 

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.