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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.