My apologies to those of you who find it difficult to start a Sunday without your regular TSM fix, but I’ve been jetting all round the country today visiting relatives who just happened to have chosen the same day to visit different parts of the country from very different parts of the globe. That meant that I couldn’t weigh-in properly this morning (not on ‘my’ scales anyway, and I’m not in the mood for any traumatic differences in either direction due to Different Scale Syndrome (DSS as I’ve just decided to call it). And I didn’t think early enough to weigh-in properly yesterday. So I ended up weighing myself about midday yesterday. After I’d eaten a hearty breakfast. And drunk a couple of pints of fluids. And I was still showing a healthy -2. So I’m pleased.
To be honest, I’ve had a really, really busy week, which I’m starting to recognise is definitely a good thing for me in the shrinking stakes. There is a bit of a correlation between me finishing the end of my studies and this latest bout of pitiful struggling, although I think I can always find a healthy handful of things to use as a reason/excuse for a bout of midget-gem indulgence.
Weirdly, I’m feeling quite good, even though I’ve eaten pretty poorly over the last 48 hours or so. The usual visiting family combination of “don’t you look fantastic” followed by “I’ve piled your plate so high that it can be seen from outer-space” has made it a tough time, but worse things happen at sea. I’ve spent some lovely time with some people I really don’t see often enough, some for good reasons, some for no good reasons. And that’s worth it.
I’ve had a week of patterns, and they’re interesting, to me at least. First of all, the week starts well, and gets progressively worse as it goes on. That probably says something very important about what’s going on in my head. Secondly, I’ve noticed that the busier I am, the less I eat. If I don’t have much to do, then I find food to fill in the gaps. That’s quite depressing really. Thirdly I’ve noticed a direct link between me having food to hand and me eating it. That might sound obvious, but what I mean is that if I buy a bag of something, and have a few, then I’ll keep having a few more until they’re gone. If instead, I buy a bag, have a few and then stick in a cupboard/draw/glovebox, then I don’t. I’ll go back to them at some point, but not then. That’s really quite interesting.
I managed to get to the gym once this week, but am slightly ashamed to say that instead of doing my usual 50-60 minute power-swim, I spent two hours chatting in the jacuzzi with the friend who started me off on the shrinking thing. She’s currently losing weight at a far greater rate than I am, but she started a whole lot later, so I’m not going to feel too bad about it. Anyway, we talked about WW, about life in general and about chaffinches, so that really makes it ok.
One positive thing I’m feeling is that once I’ve had a rocky start to the week (which I have definitely had today) then I know that I need to push myself to the gym a little harder and do what I can to cancel it out. I’ve avoided that part of the whole WW equation for a while, and it’s been hurting me, so I intend to pick it up again. Even if I can’t get to the gym, then I can go for a walk, spend some time walking up and down the stairs, get the Wii out – lots of options. I just need to choose them and use them. Oh yes.
Anyway, it’s getting late and I’m nowhere near ready to stop working just yet, so I need to go. I’ve had a good week, and I’m looking forward to this one, whatever it brings.
Have a good week.
The Shrinking Man.