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.