Scales shock

After talking myself out of it approximately 20 times yesterday, I bit the bullet and went to a WW class local to home. I wasn't expecting good things since my last WI was 3 weeks ago and I've not exactly been saintly since then.

So, I was expecting to be heavier, since my usual WI is first thing on a morning and I never let a thing pass my lips beforehand and this was an evening class. However, I wasn't expecting to be 8.5 pounds heavier. I almost cried.

I guess I should take into account the fact that I don't normally get weighed after eating breakfast and lunch and drinking my body weight in water and coffee.... but it's clear that I have gained some weight with the last few weeks of not having my eye on the bloody ball.

I stayed for the meeting and I actually quite enjoyed it. The leader seems lovely and the rest of the class were very friendly. I felt a bit of a fraud when everyone congratulated me on losing weight so far. I know I've still lost 43.5 pounds, but I don't feel overly like I should be congratulated given I've lost the plot of late.

I think in a sadistic way, gaining has given me a very firm kick. I had decided last night before getting weighed that I could have one last take away and start afresh this morning... but after the shock of the gain, I went home and consoled myself with some oven chips and Bisto instead. Not exactly a healthy meal, but it felt like a treat.

So I am back at it today with a new determination. I did 60 sit ups this morning before showering (I've decided I need to sort out my core to stop my back from being so bloody useless). I walked to the station this morning (to see my sodding train leaving the platform) instead of getting the bus. I bought a bagel for breakfast at the station and asked for Marmite, no butter and I've made myself a salad for lunch. So far so good.

I'm wearing a new outfit today. Not sure if I can get away with the leggings and tunic look with my tree trunks, but I actually feel ok in it... Opinions welcome... not sure if I should stick to jeans in future?



So like I said yesterday, I am out in London tonight but I will have 17 points left to play with so I intend to be on my best behaviour. Wish me luck!

Weekend wake up call

What a lovely weekend I had, fantastic to spend time with my bestest girlie friends enjoying the amazing weather. We drank a lot of cocktails (which contained fruit juice - therefore healthy) a lot of Pimms (with fruit in it - therefore healthy) and didn't really eat all that much as we pretty much filled ourselves full of liquid. We walked miles around London Bridge, Tower Bridge and Borough Market (my feet weren't overly impressed) and enjoyed the hottest weekend of the year so far. Fab. I can thoroughly recommend the apartments we stayed in if you are ever in London. We had 2 apartments sleeping 4 each and it worked out at just under £100 per person (7 of us) - fairly cheap by London standards considering the local Premier Inn was £145 per room, per night.

The penis cake went down a treat and was very tasty, if I do say so myself. My friend also loved the various tat we had accumulated for her and I think was secretly quite pleased we had bought her an assortment of penis shaped treats.

I am now suffering however. My back has decided it's taken offence at something I did at the weekend and I am walking like I've a snooker cue shoved somewhere it shouldn't be. I also feel really fat. The scales are still lying to me, (15stone 11 this morning) so I've actually no idea what I weigh at the moment, but the heat at the weekend certainly made me realise I still have a very long way to go. I love the picture below - except I hate me in it. I am huge compared to everyone else (and that's with half of me cut out of the photo). Big wake up call.


I'm definitely joining a new WW class tonight. So, I expect I will be heavier than my last official WI given I normally get weighed of a morning, but I am determined to try and haul my lard ass firmly back on the straight and narrow. My eating has been ok the past few days and I am definitely making much better choices again, but I still don't feel 100% back at it. Exercise other than walking and the odd game of tennis, is practically none existent, so I need to get back at that. I think I'd perhaps be suffering less with my back if I was consistently mobile, instead of fits and starts.

So another fairly busy week, new WW class tonight, out with a friend in London tomorrow and out with other friends in Windsor on Thursday. Matt is away with work until Friday, so no doubt we'll end up doing something Friday night too. Saturday, I've a friend coming over for lunch and Sunday Matt and I are going for Sunday lunch. Phew. Planning is most definitely in order.

Lying scales and penis paraphernalia

I've given up trying to work out the scales. I either have some souped-up metabolism and I am wasting away or they are just downright liars. According to them, I am losing a stone a day. I'm at 13stone 6 today apparently. Harumph. The worst thing is, I am starting to believe them, so I am going to be so upset when I weigh in at my new WW class next week and I am my real weight. Bloody things. Although Matt is also fairly annoyed as they still show him at the right weight and he'd like them to tell him a few porkies. I need to look harder for that "Lie to me switch."

I did contemplate Boots, and I even hovered around the scales in there yesterday, but they talk to you... and I had some irrational fear they would blurt out my weight for the world to hear and I am not quite ready for public humiliation just yet.

Last night was very busy, One of my best friend's Hen weekend begins today, so I had a lot of preparation to do. I am not the most creative of ladies at all (much to my dismay), but I whipped up some Mr. & Mrs. Cards and was most pleased with the result.

Ok I lie, I am not very pleased with them as they look fairly shabby (and not shabby chic) but it's the thought that counts, hey.

I also baked a penis shaped chocolate cake (which I should perhaps spare you the photo of as its a bit unpleasant..... ok, maybe I'll stick it at the end so you can avoid if you are offended by penis shaped baked goods as I'm fairly proud of my efforts, such a classy lady I am!) and wrapped up a miriad of penis paraphernalia which I am sure my dear friend will be over the moon with:


Doesn't every girl long for a penis pepper pot or egg fryer? How many times can I say the word penis in one post??

So we're heading into London tonight and staying in an apartment by London Bridge. The weather is set to be fab, so fingers crossed for a wonderful weekend. We don't have a lot planned, but I am sure alcohol will feature fairly heavily, so I'll have to try and remain focused.

I've had 2 mini shortbreads for breakfast (healthy) which gave me a massive palpitation that scared the bejesus out of me... ok perhaps it wasn't the shortbread, but if I believe it was, I perhaps won't trough any more. We've a company lunch today as one of the girls in Finance is leaving (hence the shortbread and lots of other cakey goodness which I intend to ignore) and I've pre-chosen a steak sandwich which was the healthiest item I could see on the menu.

So, plan for the weekend is to have a lovely time with my bestest girlie friends and take it easy on the booze front and make sensible choices with food. It's the best I can hope for.

I've come into work like a brazen hussy today. I'm wearing a dark grey skinny jean (which is not ideal for a large thighed girl addmittedly, but i like a lot) and a summery floaty top - which is apparently massively see-through. Not the cleverest when you work in an office full of men. The photo is to ascertain whether I can see my boobage - not in the light of the toilets anyway, so maybe I'll work in there.

I am also wearing my favourite sandals made for me by my very clever sister. See how pretty they are?


Ok so that's me. Have a lovely weekend everyone.

Don't scroll down if you don't want to see the willy cake......





Disclaimer - the cake is not to scale and not in anyway shape or form based on anyone I know. I don't take any responsibility for disappointment caused by comparing this to real ones.

:)

Ta-da!

Decisions, Decisions

So the scales are still being completely dishonest. They still have me firmly at 15stone 11, which would be amazing, however my last official WI was 17stone 6 so clearly they are pulling my rather large leg. Strangely, Matt is showing at his correct weight on them, so I am wondering if I've inadvertantly set the "Lie to me if I am still a complete Heffer Switch" to on.

Ho Hum. Anyway, I shall continue to try and shift some of the lard. Although last night didn't really work out overly well. Date night seems to have shifted to a Tuesday so we went out for a couple of drinks by the river and ended up eating our body weight in Tapas.

So, I need to make a decison. Do I continue with WW which has served me rather well with a 52 pound loss so far and go to a different class to up my motivation a bit? Or, do I change plans altogether and try Slimming World? I've read some good things about SW and people seem fairly enthusiastic about it. I just don't know. I've just paid for another monthly pass with WW, so I think I will try a new class next week and give it a month. If I am still not firmly back on track, it's time for a new tactic.

I am loving the weather at the moment and it makes me want to frolic outside in skimpy clothes... which would be hideous for any spectators, but the good thing is it makes me want to eat Salads and Fruit and not much else (apart from tapas last night obviously).

So hopefully another few good days on the eating front and perhaps a bit of gentle exercise. One step at a time is still how it's got to be. I really don't know where my sense of weight loss urgency has gone. Come back!

Hormonal Scales

Yesterday wasn't the best day from a diet perspective. I slept badly and woke up bright and early feeling like I really didn't want to get out of bed at all. I half considered calling in sick, but I'm far too conscientious for that so I dragged myself out of bed and forced myself out of the door. And then proceeded to sit in traffic for 1.5 hours. Gah!

Breakfast yesterday was a tuna salad sandwich, which I had meant for lunch, but I'd cleverly forgotten I was going to a friend's house to see her, her 4 week old daughter and another friend. So quiche and salad for lunch - not overly bad but I did have a spoonful of trifle afterwards. Naughty Linz.

Last night I had booked myself in for a Sport's Massage as my back has been niggling me a lot of late and I've had limited use of my right arm - not overly handy I can assure you. I usually have massages every 6 weeks, but due to never actually being at home of late, I have missed a fair few appointments. Ouch it was blooming painful - but very much needed, I feel a bit sore today, but most definitely better for it. After that I went to see a friend for dinner and she served up Pizza, Oven Chips and Salad. Delicious, but once again, not overly ideal.

However, after all of the that the hormonal scales are showing a 2 stone loss this morning. Yes, I wrote that right. After 6 attempts at getting on and off and on again, 2 stone off since Sunday morning. Utterly brilliant.

I think I need to find myself a new WW class as the Wednesday morning WI just doesn't seem to be working for me anymore. There is a class on Tuesday night's near where I live so I am wondering if I should switch to that so I can actually stay for the class - might help me refocus a bit - except I can't go tonight. Ho Hum.

Working from home today as I had a 0530am start. That was an absolute horror. I couldn't sleep all night for fear of sleeping in past my alarm so I've had about 10 minutes sleep. Once I clock off at 1pm, I shall be heading back to bed or perhaps the garden since it's another beautiful day. Exercise will be none - or perhaps a walk later if I find some energy from anywhere.

Weekend round up

Hello People. What a lovely weeked it has been. Fairly busy Friday and Saturday and very relaxing today. I could get used to 3 day weekends.

Friday we got up bright and earlyish and drove over to Ross-on-Wye for the wedding. We arrived at the hotel a couple of hours before the ceremony so were able to get changed and grab a quick sarnie for lunch as I knew I'd be chewing my arm off if we didn't have a little something beforehand. The wedding was lovely, I drank more than I'd planned (but it was vodka and slimline tonic as opposed to wine), but definitely ate less so I am hoping it kind of balanced itself out. I danced a lot so loads of exercise as well. Here is me in the stripy dress, not the best picture but you get the idea. I had a couple of compliments on it, so I felt fairly happy with my choice. Just a bit too much leg on show for my liking, but I suppose once I finally get round to losing more weight, they won't be such a trauma for me.


Yesterday we had a full english breakfast in the hotel before heading off to Cheltenham for a look around as I've never had the pleasure. Loads of walking and a Costa Coffee stop were about the size of it. I did try and persuade Matt we should go to the Food and Drink Festival that was taking place, but he convinced me it was a bad idea since we were both still stuffed from Breakfast and would end up eating just because we were there. He's quite wise at times.

After that, we drove to Stow on the Wold. What a lovely place. Spent an hour wandering around and looking in the shops. Very pleasant. I have to confess to us buying some delicious bread and butter, a pork pie and a couple of cakes from gorgeous deli type shop. Not overly healthy, but for once we've not scoffed them all immediately just because we had them. Came home and watched the film Grand Torino which was thoroughly enjoyable with half a cake and a nice cup of tea. That was it for the the day, so in terms of food, I kind of did ok.

Today I actually indulged in some exercise. The weather is gorgeous so we got up and played tennis. I've learnt not to wear my watch when exercising as I don't spend my whole time trying to work out if I've done enough yet. 1 hour later, I actually felt knackered. A proper achievement for me of late.

Since then, I've had a quarter of the pork pie with salad and chutney and spent the rest of the afternoon lazing in the Garden enjoying the sun - how very pleasant.


I've another fairly busy week ahead, out tomorrow to see a friend for dinner and then one of my best mates is heading down to London from Liverpool on Friday and we're all staying in an apartment we've rented near the South Bank. It's her Hen Do - but we're not allowed to call it that.... So it's a girls weekend in London. I've a few things to try and sort before then to make it a little bit special for her....

And that's me. I'm off back outside now to catch the rest of the sun before it heads off and we're back to winter once again - probably tomorrow.

Have fun people.

Random ramblings

I've been a tad quiet on the blogging and commenting front the last couple of days so I must try and have a bit of a catch up with you all once I get a minute. The diet is going ok, but work has been manic and the Parentals have been down so I've not really had a moment to myself.

I picked said Parentals up from the station on Tuesday morning after they had spent a few days in London (apparently Sister Act is brilliant if anyone fancies a London Show). Cue my dad huffing and puffing about the size of my car and not being able to fit their MASSIVE suitcase into the boot. Why they needed a suitcase the size of a house for a 4 day trip is beyond me but my Parents don't seem to travel light at all. Bless 'em. We spent a bit of time at the flat (I was 'working' from home) and enjoyed the Sun and then we headed to our local Greek restaurant for dinner. Very pleasant. I tried to make more sensible choices, limited my wine intake insisted we walk to and from the Restaurant. Not bad for me I think.

Yesterday the weather was amazing. I came into work for a few hours in the morning and had a wardobe malfunction which meant I couldn't eat until 3pm or get myself to Weigh In. I was wearing a lovely pair of brand new sandals as purchased for me by my sister for my birthday from River Island:


Imagine my horror when I stepped out of the office on my way to get weighed and the toe post broke. Which saw me with an ankle strap and a shoe flapping around all over the place. Clearly I couldn't walk anywhere so I had to scurry back to the office (as best I could with a flappy shoe) and hide under my desk. If I worked with any women, I could have asked for an emergency flip flop purchase and a sarnie for lunch, but the men in my office just look scared if you ask for a favour. Thankfully I was leaving at 2pm so I could drive home bare foot and recover my foot dignity.

Last night as the weather was so good, I popped to our local butchers and purchased some top quality burgers and steaks and did a mini BBQ (apparently according to moaning father, it's been at leat 14 years since he went to a BBQ not hosted by him and my mother as everyone takes advantage of his good nature (!!???) - I swear that man exaggerates too much, must be where I get it from). I filled up on Salad and one burger (no bun) and a steak and one tinsy tiny Blackcurrant Cider. Go me.

Last day of the working week for me as we're off to a Wedding tomorrow in Ross-on-Wye. I've decided on the stripey dress (my mother said it looked lovely on me and she is the first to tell me when I look like a fat old bag) so I need to pop out now and get some industrial strength pants to keep everything in check.

In other news, I am having my flat valued today with the potential to sell it soon. Scary stuff, but after 2 years of being a landlord, I want rid. I seem to find the worlds pickiest tenants - I've bent over backwards to accomodate them (at great expense, in fact I probably should have just paid them to stay there) and they still want to move out early so I'm done with my stint as a property magnate. Fingers crossed I get a good valuation and a quick sale so I can be done with it.

Right, I am quite clearly off on one so I shall bid you farewell and head out into the sunshine on an industrial pant hunt. Happy Thursday people.