I hope you’re well and that you’ve had a good week.
I must confess to feeling a little disappointed ths morning. I’ve just completed the weigh-in for week 73, and I’m showing a -1 for the week, and I was really hoping for a little more than that. I know I’ve said many times on here that -1 is a great result, and it’s true – it is. Losing a pound a week would mean nearly four stone in a year, which would be a great result in anyone’s book. Providing they were trying to lose weight of course, otherwise I guess that could be more than a little concerning, but I digress.
The reason I’m disappointed with a pound this week is just that I’ve been so good! Truly. If WW was looking for a poster-boy this week, someone who embodied everything they stood for, and who could stand up and shout “yes! It’s all true. Just look at me!” then this week, that would have been me. I’ve asked myself all the right questions, I’ve come up with all the right answers, I’ve made sensible choices, I’ve not deprived myself and I’ve pointed absolutely everything that has passed my lips. I’ve swum, albeit just the once, and have gone out of my way to be more active generally wherever I can. If there’s been stairs, then I’ve hunted them down and made them my own, and I’ve shunned lifts, escalators and travellators. I’ve even been ready to reject offers of piggy-backs and fireman’s lifts in the admittedly unlikely event that they might have been offered.
Yet still just one measly pound.
The other reason I was expecting a bigger loss this week was that I feel smaller. Clothes are fitting me better, and I feel at least two pounds lighter. Not one. Two! Again, I’m aware that this is actually a positive thing rather than a negative one, but I guess what I was really hoping was that I was going to get some reassurance from the scales that things were going as well as I felt they were.
And I didn’t. And destructive as it will sound, that makes me want to reach for the crisps/midget gems/curly wurlys. I’m not going to of course, but it makes me want to, and thats really annoying.
Anyway, even at this rate, I’ll be getting back down to my dreaded sticking point of 13st 12lb in time for Christmas when I’ll pile the pounds on again. And then I can start the whole thing again 🙂
I will snap out of it soon. Probably.
Have a good week.
The Shrinking Man.