Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Chubbykins McWobblebottom

Well. Ha. Hello.

This is awkward. 

I've been putting off writing this post for various reasons, all pointing back to embarrassment. See, I've fallen off the wagon in spectacular style and regained a lot of weight. In my defence I've had a lot going on this year with my new career as a childminder and my switch of routine from office packed lunch to home kitchen grab anything you can lunch. Gone are the leafy salads (because you can't prepare that AND feed 3 under 3s!). So what happens? All the wrong things, that's what happens. That combined with a lot of socialising and drinking has made me feel fatter than ever (although I know I'm not), uncomfortable, sluggish and lacking the confidence I worked so hard to build. 

So, with a heavy heart (and even heavier arse) I went and weighed in at Slimming World for the first time in a number of weeks. It wasn't pretty, but I knew that was going to happen. It wasn't a surprise. I had already filled my fridge with the good stuff (cottage cheese, pickles etc) and planned a few meals knowing I had visitors arriving on Saturday and a lot of socialising coming up.

With weigh in heading my way tomorrow I think I've done good. I've made some very good choices, rejected a few high syn things and generally have my head in a very good place. I've realised that I had it all wrong before, and that actually where I got to was probably fine for me. A size 14/16 is where I got to, and that's the aim now so I asked my new consultant to set that for me. If I get there and lose more, then fine. 

So that's a 67lb loss from last week's weigh in, and I have a few markers. My nephew Marcus is being baptised in August, a trip to London in October, Christmas (no night out for me this year though!) and we have booked a summer holiday for next July. 



48 weeks?

Bring it on. 

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