Yo-Yo, Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo, Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo, Yo-Yo there’s no lyrics

Morning all!

Welcome to week 61 of The Shrinking Man’s exploits, and I’m certainly thinking of changing my name to The bobbing-about-a-bit Man.  The weigh-in for week 61 has just been completed and I’m not too surprised to announce a +2 for the week.

It’s not in the slightest bit surprising really, as I’ve not pointed things very well this week, and as a result have eaten too much.  Actually, that works the other way around too, because when I eat too much, that often makes it tempting to avoid pointing it, so I can pretend that it’s not really happening, and I think both of those have been true this week.  That’s about all there is to say on it really – when I make sensible choices and balance any heavier-eating periods with lighter-eating periods, then I lose weight.  When I just stuff food down my throat without any concept of quantities or control, then I put weight on.  Anything else and I’ll end up somewhere in between.

I’m not disheartened in the slightest to be honest, which is a little weird, when you consider the depths of dispair that I was plunged into when I put three pounds on a while ago.  I think that was a really useful reminder of how it works.  You eat well you lose weight, you eat poorly and you gain weight.  When I put on those three pounds, I managed to convince myself that the whole thing was doomed and I would be 18st again in a matter of hours.  Whereas what actually happened was that I knuckled down a little bit, started doing the right things again, and I lost the weight again.  Then I stopped doing that (is knuckling up a phrase?) and I’ve put some of it back on again.

That helps to put some of the longer term elements into perspective I think, because whatever happens in a bad week, it only needs to affect that week.  In reality, I definitely need to work harder to stop bad days becoming bad weeks, because that was all that happened this week – I had a couple of bad days, and then spent the rest of the week living down to the standard that I’d set for myself.  That is quite liberating in some ways, because it makes me feel a little normal.

I still have a tendency to think that there’s something different about me when it comes to food, and that the normal rules that apply to other people don’t apply to me.  I know that, without attention, then I definitely eat more than the majority of people, but that doesn’t make me any different to everyone else.  Anyone else who ate what I would eat without me paying attention to it and controlling what I’m eating would gain weight too.  That’s how it all works.  The only difference is the habits that I’ve got myself into, and how I respond to food triggers (that and the overriding compulsion to EAT that I get sometimes too, but that doesn’t fit the idea I’m trying to describe here, so we’ll ignore that for now 🙂 ).

Anyway, I’ve got just over a week before I head off on my holidays for a couple of weeks, and I’m not going to sit here and kid myself that I won’t put weight on while I’m away.  I’m sure that will offend the amateur psychologists amongst you, so feel free to go ahead and feel offended.  Realistically, I’m going on holiday, and controlling what I’m eating is going to be a little further down my list of priorities than is usually the case.  Somewhere beneath relaxing, getting a tan, lazing around a lot and eating lots of ice-cream.  I don’t intend to go absolutely mental, but you know what, even if I did, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, because whatever I manage to put on, I can take off again.  And I’m going to feel better in my swimming shorts than I have ever done before 🙂

This week can best be summarised as a bit of a non-event.  A gain, but not a huge one, and certainly one that matched my expectations based on how I’ve eaten.  We’ll see how this week goes, then we’ll start worrying about the Ice-Creams!

Have a good week everyone.

The Shrinking Man