Cambridge Mummy … on things needing time

Posted on August 19, 2012 by cambridgemummy

Well, after all my hopping about around the Fat Club stuff – aka Weight Watchers, I have good news. And I can’t believe I’m writing it.

To recap, I gained half a pound on my first week and one pound on my second week, in weight. I was near hysterical about it the second week because I’d really gone for it – swimming four times, turning down treats left right and centre. It was too much to bear.

So in week three, I was like the hungry caterpillar. I had chippy chips three times, a meal at Browns including half a chocolate torte for pudding and ate like the clappers. Wanting to know what the impact was, planning to get back on the wagon this week, I am at weigh in for 6.40pm. I’m willing her to open the door so I can get weighed and get going. I’m third through the door. In the same clothes as last time, so that we can get a true measure of the situation.

And yes, I lost two and a half pounds. How? What the fluff? (my mum reads this, she doesn’t like me swearing…) I got off and insisted on doing it again. Basically, the class leader and I have concluded that my body just takes time to “react” for want of a better word to my eating and exercising activity. I was thrilled to think that all that effort had paid off.

And then, I could have screamed in the middle of the room. But I didn’t. But GOD I SO WANTED TO !!!! How much damage has my strop done to my weight and my efforts? Well, we won’t know, because I’m actually away this week. Could I send the house sitters in my place? Although to be fair, they’re both lighter than me – and one is a bloke, it’s all so unfair. Anyway, I digress.

So this week, and next week, until I get to my next weigh in, by God I am going for it. I am going to swim, walk, point every naffing thing that goes through my mouth and go for it. To balance out the self pitying wallowing that I did last week.

Then hopefully, I’ll be able to get to the weigh in, in two weeks time and be the same weight as I am now, allowing for the time lag in my body’s reaction to weight loss and all that kind of thing. Actually, there’s no “hopefully” about it. This is it, I’m on it, and I’m having this one.

Cambridge Mummy on … first go at Fat Fighters meeting

Posted on July 26, 2012 by cambridgemummy

So tonight, I slunk into my first weight watchers meeting. Well that’s not quite true. I did it 5 years ago, before I got pregnant with E. And lost a stone, but it was a lot of effort.

Right now, I don’t have the time or inclination to weigh all sorts of stuff out. So getting there and finding that the “materials” (ie: this is how you do it, this is what you can eat and what the points are) were minimal was a relief. It was unfortunate that it was literally, in the church itself, rather than the room that’s usually hired out. It felt very “fat fighters”.

But the leader was welcoming, and apparently, for the first five weeks, I have to weigh in with her, so she can keep a track on me and also, because her queue is longer. Because us newbies have more questions in the first few weeks!

I stayed for the chat, but didn’t think too much to it. I’ll give it another go next week, and see if it’s better. Other than that, today is the first day I’ve been within my points and I’m feeling quite proud of myself for that. In fact, I even had a point left over and that’s including a chocolate mousse tonight! Whoop Whoop!

The one thing that has come out of tonight, is the leader saying that if there’s something that I really want to eat, then I should eat it, and work the rest of my food around it. So the thing I want to still have, is chippy chips and gravy. So I should. But at the same time, I think it’s a bit nuts that I’m so hung up on eating my food. There must be something psychological in this. So I’m thinking about it. There’s got to be some middle ground surely?

If you’re interested in how I’ve done that, I’ve put a screen shot below of my day. Not sure if it’s interesting to anyone else really, but it is to me.
See you at the next weigh in…

If you’ve got to the bottom of this, well done! What food is there that you don’t want to ever stop eating? That you are hung up on?

The Cambridge Mummy blog on… wanting the scales to play fair…

Posted on November 30, 2011 by cambridgemummy

So, at the start of this activity, I weighed 14 st 3lb. That’s the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life and it made me cry. I got down to 14st which was good then onto the Slimming World band wagon and by last Sunday, the 27 November, was 13st 8lb. Excellent me thinks, especially as it had just been the time of the month and I’d had a grotty week. I decided to absent mindedly weigh myself last night and I was 13st 12lb. That’s not possible surely, in less than 48 hours, to gain 4lb in weight?? !!! ?? Surely not. I was in the rudey nudey. It was the same place, but the end of the day instead of the start, but surely that can’t make 4lb of difference?

Anyway, I’m annoyed. And wanting to eat all sorts of stuff because I’m annoyed. But I’m not. So instead, I’m munching my way through grapes, diet coke and cherries. When all I want is chips and gravy. It’s a bit pants to be honest, so I’d stay out of my way, because when I’m deprived of my chips and gravy with a buttered barm, I’m a bird with a short fuse.

Here’s hoping for the weigh in on Sunday eh? Perhaps I’ll go running to see if it has an impact on it? Or maybe swimming?
Hmmmmm

Does your weight go up and down like this? How does it make you feel? What do you do?

The Cambridge Mummy blog on: Shifting the flubber

Posted on August 10, 2011 by cambridgemummy

Swimming for Liz Weston Cambridge Mummy Marketing Communications Expert

This is not me ;)

The one thing I don’t write about, anywhere, is my weight. Lots of other people do, and write really well about it. So for now, I just want to put it out there. I’m tired of being fat, of having problems with my tummy being so big, of having a horrible muffin top that keeps leaping out of my jeans. I know that I’m not that big, I know I could be bigger, I know I should be grateful for being who I am and looking like I do, but I want to feel better in my body.

So I’m fixing it. I’m eating less crap. And I’m swimming. And tonight I’ve done my best swim to date. 101 lengths, which are half of proper lengths, but involve lots of turning around, so I think they should count for more ;) And now I’m going to bed. Sweating. And in need of a shower in the morning.

I’ll write more positively about it tomorrow but for now I’m putting a marker in the sand. I’m going to kick my flubbers ass.

PS. If anyone could quote some research, true or otherwise, saying that if I lose weight my hair will grown quicker. There’s nothing like motivation!!!!

PPS. Image courtesy of arzunsushii.blogspot.com

Liz Weston is Cambridge Mummy, a self employed, full time working, mummy blogger and mummy to two lovely boys and wife to Lovely Bloke. They live in Cambridge (I know, but it’s good to be clear) and have a lovely life together. Most of the time.