Week 17’s weigh in has just been completed and I’m delighted to report that there’s another 1lb off, bringing the current weight to 15st 8lb, 218lb or 99.1kg. That means I’ve hit my current target and have now lost 15% of my starting weight, so I’m now 2st 10lb, 38lb or 17.3kg less of a fat bloke than I was 17 weeks ago. The new target starts here, so 14st 9lb is the next big step.
17 weeks doesn’t sound like all that long in the wider scheme of things, but it’s long enough for this to have become a way of life for me. I’m quite surprised at how well I’ve adapted to it all, but also still quite shocked at how easy it is for it all to come tumbling down.
Let me tell you a story…
Earlier in the week I had to drive up from Milton Keynes to Leeds straight after work. It’s at least a two hour journey, and I just wanted to get there, so I left the office, got in the car and started driving. Actually, let me take you back a short step to just before I got in the car. First of all, when I left the office I took with me the remnants of the biscuit tray. It’s not big, and it’s not clever, but on occasions I take any leftover biscuits home for my wife and daughter (they get thrown out otherwise), so it wasn’t something I’d planned in any way, just something that I sometimes do. I got to the car, put my bags in the boot, shut the boot and then went to take off my jacket. The biscuits were in my jacket pocket, loosely wrapped in clingfilm, and I didn’t want to end up with crumbs everywhere, so I took them out of the pocket. It was at that point that I realised that I wasn’t going home, so there would be no-one to give them too, which raised my nerves slightly. I hummed and hahhed for a second or two as to where to put them, but so I could get away quickly I just put them in the drink holder at the front of the car.
Can anyone guess what happened next?
There were ten biscuits in that little clingfilm wrapper. Eight oaty ones and two shortbread ones. I know this for sure, because over the course of the next 50 miles or so, I ate one biscuit. That was fine – I estimated about 2 points for that biscuit, and relaxed. Not the end of the world at all. I’d had a fairly large lunch, and would be eating in the hotel later that night, so would have less control over what was in what I ate, but a single biscuit wasn’t going to kill me. Nor would another. So I had another. After the second biscuit, I managed to wait another 10 miles or so before I finally gave in. I even considered pulling over and chucking them out of the window. But I didn’t. Instead, in an orgy of crumbs and clingfilm, I ate the last eight biscuits in less than a couple of minutes, and sat back, feeling mildly disgusted with myself.
It was an interesting scenario. I had a few opportunities to avert that catastrophe, and my spidey-senses were tingling at every one of them, which is reassuring as it means that even if I’m not consciously aware of what’s going on all the time, my subconscious is trying to look after me. When I realised that I wasn’t going home, but was loaded up with a packet full of calories, I could have just stuck the biscuits in the boot. When I decided to stick them in the car (to save time? perhaps my subconscious isn’t entirely on my side here) I should have stuck them on the back seat, or in the glove box, or indeed anywhere except for the “right in front of me in the middle of the car where I could both see and get at them really, really easily” place that I chose. I could and should have pulled over and dumped them out of the window, or stopped at the services and given them to a hungry looking stranger.
The most interesting thing was that I didn’t let it divert me from my goals. I still needed to eat later that day, and it saw me flying past my points for the day (and almost for the day after as well), but I didn’t throw in the towel and pig out. Instead, I chose sensible, healthy food that filled me up, and started to work out how to get myself back on track from the 25 points that I’d gone over. In the end I didn’t manage to get myself completely back on track, as I finished the week 7 points over, but by cutting back a little throughout the week combined with a trip to the pool for a 40 minute hard swim, I’ve still managed to lose a pound. Again, it’s a perfect example of the WW concept in action. Stuff like this happens. And it doesn’t matter. What matters is how you then respond to it. And I think I responded OK to it overall. And I lost a pound. That’s a whole guinea-pig!
Let me give you some highlights from the week!
This week, I have had to add an extra hole to my belt. This week I have managed to get into clothes from Gap. And probably best of all for me, this week I have managed to get into a pair of 36″ jeans. And I need to wear the belt with them. It’s difficult to describe just how good these things make me feel.
Anyway, it’s been a difficult week, but I’m still smiling, and most importantly of all, I’m still shrinking.
Have a good week.