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The Arrival of 15st Something Man…

Morning all!

I’ve just stepped off of the scales from my 15th weigh in, and am feeling rather happy.  To be more specific, I stepped off of the scales, did a little dance, woke my wife up to tell her the news, apologised for waking my wife up, made her feel guilty for being cross with me on such a glorious occasion and then headed for the computer.  But that’s probably a bit long winded, so anyway, I’m feeling rather happy.

The Shrinking Man is pleased to announced the departure of 16 stone man, and is genuinely delighted to announce the arrival of 15 stone something man.  A four pound loss this week means that for the first time in a very long time, I am under 16 stone.  15 stone 13 pounds to be precise. 223lb!  101.4kg!

I really am chuffed with this one, so forgive me if I go on a bit:-)

15 weeks ago I tipped the scales at 18 stone 4lb.  For those of you who don’t speak stone, that’s 256lb.  For those of you who only speak metric, that’s 116.4kg.  That means that in just under 4 months, I’ve lost 2st 5lb.  Or 33 lb.  or 15kg.  That means that this week alone I’ve lost the equivalent of a chihuahua, and that overall, I’ve lost the equivalent of more than eight chihuahuas.  15 weeks ago, I was carrying around the equivalent of 8 small dogs (well tiny little yapping rats really) with me everywhere I went.  That’s just plain antisocial.

For a slightly easier to follow analogy, 33lb is around the weight of a 3 year old boy.  Anyone who has had children can remember just how heavy they feel when you carry them round for any period of time.  If you haven’t had children, then go and find a 3 year old boy and carry him around for a few weeks (although make sure you ask the parent’s permission first – people can be very tetchy about strangers carrying their sons around without permission). I was doing that full time.  Every day.  All day.  My poor, poor organs.

One of the strangest things about this period of the journey is that I really don’t know what to expect when I step on the scales.  When I first started, I could literally see the changes in my body, and could make out specific changes in parts of my belly.  I knew that I’d lost weight, it was just a question of how much.  A few months later and when it’s weigh-in time, I simply don’t know whether I’ll lose a bit, lose a lot, stay the same or even put on a pound or two.  I thought that would be very difficult to deal with, and perhaps it was for a while, but I’m learning more and more by the week about this, which makes it easier to deal with.

I know that I’ve mentioned this before, but I’ll mention it again – what happens in any particular week really doesn’t matter.  It’s how you respond to what happens in any particular week that makes the difference.  If you’re doing the right things, then it will all go in the right direction.  Not necessarily every week, but it will in general, and that’s the bit that’s important.  Over the last three weeks I’ve gained a pound, lost two pounds and lost four pounds.  It would have been easy to have reacted badly to the one pound gain, and given up, or at least relaxed a bit.  It would have been easy to have reacted badly to the two pound loss after a one pound gain – particularly as I’d done everything right and perhaps expected to lose a little more.

It’s quite possible that even if I exercise like crazy this week and stick rigidly to the plan, I might still not lose any weight this week.  I might even gain a pound.  But if I keep doing what I’m doing, then I’ll lose in the long run, and that’s the bit that matters.

Ooh – while I think of it – I hit a major goal yesterday!

Someone who I hadn’t seen for the last three or four months came up to me, out of the blue and said “You’ve lost loads of weight – you’re looking fantastic!”  This was someone who didn’t know what I’m doing, someone who isn’t on facebook, someone who had no way of knowing that I was dieting other than by looking at the results, and therefore can’t have just been saying it “to be nice”.  Stick a huge tick in the box for that one 🙂

Anyway, I have to go and dance around a little bit more and annoy my family a whole lot more, so I’ll leave it there for now.

Keep shrinking.

The Shrinking Man

4 replies on “The Arrival of 15st Something Man…”

Hi Glossy – it certainly is – thanks very much for taking the time to say hi 🙂

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