Drastic action required

Enough already. Half a pound on this week which is not the end of the world, but I'm the same flipping weight I was before Xmas and it's really starting to do my head in now. The past 3 weeks I have gained 2.5 pounds, stayed the same and then gained a half. Ridiculous. I'm now not weighing in for 2 weeks as we're off to Croatia next Wednesday morning which is obviously not going to help.

Monday was ok, I was fairly prepared, but I had to attend that Speed Awareness Course on the night which ran from 5-9pm. I'd had some soup before leaving the office but by 7pm I was famished, which meant I got home and polished off 3 slices of toast before bed. What a stupid time to run a course in a place with no facilities other than tea and coffee from a nasty machine... it almost encourages you to speed home due to extreme hunger and tiredness. Perhaps I should have been a bit better prepared and taken a sandwich or something with me. Ah well, you live and learn.

Yesterday should have been better, but I had some bad news which threw me right off kilter. I missed lunch and went home early and ended up eating half a packet of Fig Rolls as I was suddenly ravenous, that with my planned Lasagne for dinner and a couple of glasses of wine in an attempt to destress (bad idea) put me over once again. Unfortunately I have to head back up North tonight to attend a funeral tomorrow, something I have been expecting for a while but when the news came, it didn't make it any easier. My big boss has been great and told me to take tomorrow off and stay at my parents on Friday and work if from there if I am up to it. So I'm going to travel back down South on Saturday afternoon.

Tonight I have a 5 hour train journey which is not going to be much fun, but I've got food with me. I'm going to do the photo diary again for a few days in an attempt to shame me into being good.

Today looks like this:

Breakfast - small baguette roll with 1 tbsp of egg mayo and crispy bacon (7)


Lunch - Innocent Veg Pot - Japenese Miso Noodles (4)

Dinner on the train - cold left over Lasagne made with extra lean mince and loads of veggies (6.5)


A packet of Space Raiders (1) from a multi pack and a 99 calorie Drifter (2) for the train journey if needed.


So thats 20.5 in total out of 26. I am going to try and stick with this for today as I need to bank some for the inevitable damage I will do at the weekend. I was supposed to be out for the next 4 days in a row, but now I am going home that's all cancelled which in a way is better for me as it allows me to have a bit more control. I just need to make sure I control the emotional eating thing and it could all be good.

Lovely weekend, diet disaster

I've had a really lovely weekend, but another terrible weekend for a Weight Watcher. I don't know why I am finding it so bloody hard to stay on track as of Friday night, I seem to lose the plot and don't get round to finding it again until Sunday evening.

I didn't get to Spinning on Friday as the class was full so I made do with a swim instead. I only managed 20 minutes as the pool was full of children - which is not overly helpful when trying to swim lengths, but I suppose it's better than nothing at all. Dinner was already prepared as I'd stuck a lamb curry in the slow cooker so in theory I should have been ok pointwise... However, booze took over a bit and I got the munchies later on which saw me scoffing a couple of babybel lights and half a mini bar of Dairy Milk - not the end of the world but not needed!

Saturday ended up being a bit of a rush, we totally overslept so didn't make it to the gym and headed off to Plymouth about 2 hours later than planned! Missed breakfast and then ended up grabbing a McDonalds on the way. Not the healthiest of choices admittedly. Saturday night was dinner at a Chinese Restaurant with 5 of our friends, we had so much food but I felt fairly stuffed very quickly so I didn't eat as much as I could have done. However, add that to the wine consumed and the G&T's later - you have another points disaster.

Yesterday even worse... We went for breakfast in Plymouth before heading home, I was feeling slightly hungover so ended up with a full english which I managed to polish off without much trouble. We then decided to stop off in Weston Super Mare on our way back since it was a lovely day - we did walk about 3 miles along the beach which I suppose helped, but the smell of the Fish and Chips was too much to cope with and I gave in and had some. Doh. So although Saturday and Sunday I only had 2 meals, they were flipping disasterous meals!

Here's a little picture of the lovely beach at Weston with our ugly mugs in the forefront :)



Dread to think what the defecit of the weekend is - I imagine around 20000 points. Today should be better, my planned meals come to 19 points and I am feeling fairly full and sickly given I've eaten a load of crap all weekend. I've got to attend a Speed Awareness Course tonight from 5pm-9pm so there is no chance of me scoffing during that which could be a saving grace and I've brought some Zero Point soup and a roll to have beforehand.

Weds is my last official WI before Croatia (if BA don't cancel our flights) and I am seriously expecting a gain. I seem to manage 4 good days and 3 disasterous ones every week. I need to get a flipping grip!

Matt and I had a chat and we're going to make a big effort to have a fairly healthy holiday, not so much booze, lots of walking and hopefully plenty of healthy food. Fingers crossed that despite only having one night in this week, I can find some self restraint from somewhere.

So far so good

Yesterday was a good day, despite my moaning at my lack of a loss, it spurred me on a bit to try and get my big fat behind back in gear. I made it to Spinning and didn't even try and talk myself out of it like I usually do, progress of sorts. I'm not a fan of the new Wednesday night instructor (The Crazy Lady) as she does the whole 45 minute class at a sprint pace which I just find ridiculous, but I got on with it, worked up a sweat and generally just felt a bit happier for making the effort to move more. I allowed myself a small glass of wine with Dinner which used up a couple of Bonus Points, but I still managed to bank 4.5. Day 1 on track in the bag.

Today feels good, I've managed to remember to brush my teeth this morning which is a bonus... and I am dressed properly and my makeup is in tact. Plus, all my meals are planned and come in at a more than respectable 18 points (I'm allowed 26) so I'll have to get a few snacks in later to try and bring that up. I was meant to meeting a friend tonight but he's postponed until next week which means I can head out for another walk along the river tonight since it's lovely weather again.

I've only really got the potential difficulties of Saturday to cope with this week as we're off to Plymouth for the night to meet friends, but I'm fairly confident I can stay on track. I'm going to go Spinning again on Friday to build up a few more points.

Next week is going to be a nightmare, the only night I've no plans is Tuesday which means I am going to be eating out Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday!! Potentially Monday I can eat before I head out, but the rest of the time is going to be tricky. Much planning is required I think. I may have to eat a lot of salad and no point soup during the days so I have a fair few points available to me.

Right then, best get on with some work. I'm stuggling today to concentrate on work as I keep looking for holiday clothes which I can't afford until pay day. I just had to give myself a right talking to as I was about to purchase a £45 bikini. I may well treat myself to it next week if I managed to shift another couple of pounds.... now there's an incentive!

Stubborn Scales

I stayed the same this morning at WI and I've no idea why, but I am disappointed. I've not exactly had the best of weeks from a food or exercise perspective so I guess I should be happy that the scales didn't go up. I had some ridiculous idea in my head that because I'd been ill, it would counteract any bad eating and cause me to lose the lard. Note to self, following WW works, Dysentry and KFC doesn't.

So I am going to brave Spinning tonight for the first time in a few weeks. I feel like that as much as I feel like sticking needles in my eyes, but I have to get back into it. I'm spending a bloody fortune on gym membership which is used about once a month at the moment. I'm even contemplating trying to go to the gym before work so I can't spend all day conjuring up reason number 1099 not to go. I guess now that the mornings are getting lighter, it won't be so much of a struggle to get out of bed.

I may resort to the photo food diary from tomorrow if I sway off track today, it seems to be the only thing that keeps me on the straight and narrow. I've no social plans now until Saturday so in theory, I should be angelic.

I'm a bit worried about myself today as I seem to be going somewhat mad - I forgot to clean my teeth this morning??? I've only been performing this action for the past 33 years so you can see why it's something I'd forget to do. I had to buy an emergency toothbrush and some listerine this morning as I didn't dare talk to anyone in the office. I'm sat here wondering what else I might have forgotten, but at first glance I seem to be fully clothed and I've not just mascara'ed one eye (I've done that before - and with blonde eyelashes, that's not the best look!) so here's hoping it's a temporary bout of insanity.

What a difference a day makes....

Yesterday - a fairly good day. Breakfast caused me a few issues as I wasn't prepared and ended up with a 9 point sandwich, however I pulled it back, got all my fruit and veg in and went for a 40 minute walk along the river with Matt after work. I was wearing my Reebok Easytone which are supposed to help tone up one's bum and thighs more, but apart from feeling a bit wobbly, I can't say I noticed a massive difference. I was fairly sweaty once we got home as Matt was hungry so he had me walking at twice my normal speed - not a bad thing I guess. It was such a nice day yesterday I was actually in a good mood on a Monday for once.

Today - not such a good day. Breakfast and Lunch all planned. I managed to 'forget' that I'd eaten my planned packet of Monster Munch at 11am and snaffled another packet with my sandwich - not overly clever. Then I went for a coffee and I seem to have inadvertently inhaled a Caramel Shortbread. I convinced myself once it was ordered that I'd only eat half... well I didn't. I ate it all and now I feel a bit sick. That leaves me with about 4 points for dinner - which would be ok if I wasn't off to a friends house tonight. She knows I am a serial Weight Watcher and is cooking a Veggie Shepherds Pie which I imagine won't do too much damage, but it's clearly not going to be 4 points. Oh well, I shall brave the scales tomorrow and see what's what. I need a bloody good kick.

I really wanted to get myself to 16 stone something by the time we go to Croatia (or not as the case may be thanks to Bloody British Airways.... but that's a whole other rant) however, that's only 2 weeks away and I can't see me getting 6 pounds off at the rate I am currently going. I guess I just need to focus less on the number on the scales and concentrate on how I feel and how my clothes fit.

Wish me luck for tomorrow people, another gain and I may well resort to drastic measures - such as sewing my gob shut for a week.

Shoe Sunday

Sunday night - probably another monumental defecit on the points front - but I've actually not pointed since Friday morning and I actually don't feel the usual guilt about it. After a week of dysentry, I was finally feeling back to normal yesterday morning and it's fair to say I've made up for it since then.

Matt took me for lunch yesterday to apologise for us having to cancel our Edinburgh trip. Bless him, his job is really stressful and he works all the hours God sends so I think he was fairly gutted to have to cancel, but we've actually had a really nice weekend with no plans for once. I managed a 3 course lunch of the most gorgeous food and half a bottle of prosecco, which meant I didn't eat for the rest of the day. Stomach issues somewhat forgotten. Last night we stayed in and watched crap TV and played on the Wii. T'was lovely.

Today I've indulged in a spot of retail therapy with my best mate. I ended up buying the most ridiculous pair of shoes which I will only be able to wear if I sit down the whole time since I live in flats. I have a tendancy to walk like a man in drag in anything higher than an inch. However, they are gorgeous and I am a sucker for shoes and all things animal print, I've visions of me wearing these with the dress I bought earlier (which is far too tight) so I need to buckle down and get this blooming weight off!


Food today hasn't been great, I've had a bacon sandwich and a KFC. Ahem. I've had a little hop on the scales and they seem to be down, but I'm under no illusions. They are bound to hop back up by Wednesday unless I get myself back on track.

So here's to a couple of good days. I may have to force myself to the gym tomorrow - let's not push it though... One step at a time and all that - and they are very unsteady steps in my new shoes!

Normal service almost resumed

Yesterday ended up being an enforced good day on the food front. The dysentry was still in full flow (pardon the pun) so I ended up being sent home from work at lunchtime as my boss seemed to think I was in labour given the wincing I was doing. I had myself a little snooze in the afternoon and lots of water and I woke up feeling a bit improved.

Today I am almost back to normal, I've still got cramps and things aren't quite right, but peppermint capsules and peppermint tea seem to be doing the trick and just in case you are wondering - they also make your wind smell minty. I've managed some toast this morning and some chicken soup for lunch - my mother used to always feed me that when I was ill. Tonight I'm off to a fashion evening at House of Fraser so I'm meeting a few friends for dinner in Strada first. I reckon I'll just be having pasta with a tomato sauce or something equally as inoffensive.

I had been trying to save points since we were supposed to go to Edinburgh tomorrow for the Scotland v England game. I say supposed to, as we've had to cancel today. Not overly happy about it as we've had it planned since last April, but 2 of Matt's team at work have called in sick and they have loads on - since he's the boss he has to cover for them - which means we can't take a half day tomorrow and he'll certainly have to work all weekend. One of those things I suppose, but really frustrating. He doesn't earn enough to compensate for all of the crap he has to put up with.

So not sure what to do at the weekend now. I guess a quiet one won't go amiss. I'm certainly giving booze a swerve since I've been suffering from gut rot so I'm fairly hopeful that this week will shape up to be a good one. Hopefully those 2.5 pesky pounds will do one.