What a week that’s been! First of all, let me get the stinky bad news out of the way – I’ve put on 3 pounds. This makes my weight loss so far an outstanding 2 pounds!! I’d had a ‘week off’ with the old healthy eating last week – it was half term and I wasn’t very organised. Thanks to tracking, though, I realise that when I stop watching what I eat, I simply overeat.
Anyway – I’m all for getting it off again asap and tackling my weight-loss mission with renewed vigour from now onwards. As soon I stepped off the scales I started to descend into a session of mental self-flagellation, and consequently I continued to practise self-neglect as a far as eating was concerned, which went on for several days. And then two things happened which stopped me in my tracks… First of all, a couple of days ago a friend, who I could have quite frankly kissed for her kind words, said to me “Lucy, you’re looking very trim and shapely these days.” And then proceeded to quiz me on what I’d been doing to achieve this. Result! I felt fantastic after that - and was able to focus on all the positives once more – I’m toning up – I’m so much fitter – etc, etc…
And then today I got wind of what a family member had been saying about me – some sort of remark that although I’d been going to the gym I hadn’t lost any weight so far. Funnily enough – thanks to my dear friend’s positive comment – plus others I’ve received recently – I was able to shrug off this negative remark quite quickly. And all it’s left me with is a steely resolve – I can do this, I know I can. I’m actually excited and looking forward to the next few weeks – I know what I need to do – no crash diets or anything – I just have to be a lot more proactive. I know I’ve made similar statements in the past on this blog – but it’s hard to explain – this is different – I want to lose weight much more than I don’t now.
I haven’t really written muchso far about the reasons I’ve been a bit tentative about losing weight once again. But basically there was fear. Fear of hunger. Fear of regain. Fear of becoming obsessed with food again. Fear of complete failure. But something clicked with me today – I can bloody do this!!
