Wednesday, November 30, 2011

My well done I lost 7lb reward aka A haircut

So here's what I got done as a little treat for working so hard!! See learning all the time! Once upon a time I would have rewarded myself with a snickers, crisps and a Chinese takeaway!!!!

My hair can now rejoice and be slinky and shiny once more as all the split ends have been removed and replaced with blunt cut and healthy ends!!!

Here's to the next 7lb!!! The reward? I'm thinking a fish pedicure!

21 Suggestions for Success ...

1. Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery.

2. Work at something you enjoy and that's' worthy of your time and talent

3. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully

4. Become the most enthusiastic person you know

5. Be forgiving of yourself and others

6. Be generous

7. Have a grateful heart

8. Persistence, persistence, persistence

9. Discipline yourself to save money even on the most modest salary

10. Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated

11. Commit yourself to constant improvement

12. Commit yourself to quality

13. Understand that happiness is not based on possessions, power, prestige, but on relationships with people you love and respect

14. Be loyal

15. Be honest

16. Be a self-starter

17. Be decisive even if it means you are sometimes wrong

18. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life

19. Be bold and courageous. When you look back on your life you will regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did.

20. Take good care of those you love

21. Don't do anything that wouldn't make your mam proud

~ H. Jackson Brown Jr.

How many of these do you live by?

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Thought of the day

To succeed with your weight loss don't cut out anything you are not willing to give up for life - Elaine Madden

Monday, November 28, 2011

Week Five ... The Verdict

Well people... I'll have a cyber-high-five please and someone get me the name of a good hairdresser!!!

Yes. It's happened. I've achieved my personal short term goal of 7lb by the end of November. I have never been more proud of myself and my achievements. All my hard work, food swaps and exercise has paid off and I honestly feel like I've won the lotto!

When I walked in there  this evening, I was actually nervous. I didn't realise just how important this goal was to me until I walked up to that scales. I think I had a lot hanging on achieving 2lb this week. Mentally that is!

When the lovely leader gave me the news I felt like crying with happiness!!!

So, heading into week six I am more determined than ever!

The new goal for the month of December? To loose a further 7lb by the 31 December.

I am officially the happiest weight watcher in the world!!!

Dear Santa

It's weigh day....

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I can't believe its weigh day again!!

So, today is the day that I have set as a goal to have lost 7lb. It's the final weigh in of November, and I am 2lb away from achieving my goal. As always, I'm nice and confident that I've done well until this morning!!! I got up and the first thing I thought was "Damn it, why did I eat those Jelly beans?"... Now, in a more rational part of my brain I realise that a few jelly beans are not going to be the cause of my failure, but still! I shall sit and analyse every last thing I put in my mouth until I get up on that scales.

Looking back over my tracker, I should be feeling more confident. I've exercised. I didn't eat out. I didn't drink a drop of alcohol the whole weekend and I stayed within my points.

I'll be gutted if I don't loose 2lb this week. I badly need a hair cut. I think my hair is starting to take on a bit of a life of its own. I don't think in all the 29 years I am on this planet my hair has ever been this long. The split ends! Oh the split ends. You'd die of embarrassment if you saw them! Sure I can nearly take either side of the split end and pull it to make two strands of hair they are that bad! What does my needing a hair cut and loosing 2lb have to do with one another? Well its simple. I cannot get a hair cut until I reach my short term goal of 7lb!

Wish me luck!!

This weeks mantra

“Those who indulge, bulge.” Anonymous

Thought of the day

Success is getting what you want; happiness is wanting what you get.

~ Dale Carnegie 

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Thought of the day

Be self-reliant and your success is assured.

~ Author Unknown

Friday, November 25, 2011

Thought for the day

People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing.

~ Dale Carnegie 

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Never mind only girl in the world, try unfitest girl in the world!

To make up for not working out last night, I decided that I would do two of Davina's 30 min workouts, back to back. I have just spent the last hour and a bit bouncing around my sitting room (in the worlds most unsupportive bra I would like to add- ill have to sort that out at the weekend) huffing and puffing and now I'm zonked!

I had great ambitions to do the full three in a row, but by the time I reached the end of the boxercise I could literally not stand! My legs were like jelly! Literally! I couldn't get off the floor!

Once I regained my breath I tried walking up the stairs. It took me forever!

Then trying to lift my pins up to get into the shower.... Well, suffice to say it took a lot of time and patients!

Better see the required results on Monday otherwise I think my calves, thighs and glutes will leave me for ever!!!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thought of the day

Every minute of life carries with it its miraculous value, and its face of eternal youth.

~ Albert Camus

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Monday, November 21, 2011

Week four - The Verdict

I am over the moon with myself! Down another 2.5lb. Really delighted. I wasn't expecting such a loss, thought maybe 1lb, but who's complaining. Clearly all my dates with Drill Sarge McCarthy and Davina McCall are paying off!

Thankfully Sushi-gate didn't effect my loss too much (although maybe I would have lost 3lb if it wasn't for the deceptively fattening stuff!)

Only 2 more pounds to go and I reach my goal of 7lb by the end of November. It also means I get a much longed for and over due haircut! I swear, I'm like a haystack in the mornings... a haystack with ridiculously split ends!!! I can't wait to get it all trimmed and lovely and possibly a fringe for my 5lb lighter face!!! What we think?

So the goal for this week is to loose 2lb. I'm going to drink no point soup till it comes out my ears! I've already set up a date with Davina for the morning and Drill Sarge Mc is making me go for a trot tomorrow night.

The leader this evening made a suggestion of taking up skipping. I think I might give it a bash, sure whats the worst that can happen? She told us about a lady who has lost a whopping 11stone! That's a person! Can you believe that? Imagine how that lady must feel. But the story gave me an idea. The leader told us that the lady got a dog to make her go walking.

Do you see where I am going with this?!!!! I think I should tell himself that we need to get me a dog so I can be a skinny bride!!!

Here's to weigh in number 5 and getting my silver seven!!

This Weeks Mantra

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Think happy thoughts and you can fly!

Thought for the day

Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm

~ Winston Churchill

It's Weigh Day....

Yep, its that time of the week again where I fret and worry about every piece of chocolate, every crisp and every crumb that passed my lips wondering if they are all now resting on my hips waiting to make a holy show of me on that scales.

I think I was very well behaved this week. I didn't do as much exercise as I would have liked, mainly because I have been a bit blue and browned off with things in general. But I didn't do my usual and turn to comfort food (apart from Sushi-gate, which I have just about gotten over, but not quite - still feel rather cheated!)

I was out for lunch on Saturday and have a really tasty treat for myself. Cesar salad, with the dressing on the side (and dipping the fork into the dressing instead of forking the salad and dipping it in!!) That was my starter and my main was a delicious, but really spicy, garlic and chili prawn pasta.

But I earned that lunch, I went running and core strength conditioning (no less) Saturday morning. Felt marvelous. I was tittering away to myself when I got back! Me, running, at 10.30am on a Saturday morning. Why I never!

So here's hoping my core strength conditioning and various other bits of trotting around the place has paid off!!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Retraction with regard to the sushi ProPoints

Apologies, I must amend a miscalculation!

The California Roll is 5 ProPoints
The Salmon and Avocado is 5 ProPoints

The total amended ProPoints for my lunch today was 28 ProPoints, not 31ProPoints.

~ But I still could have had a big mac and chips with 6 points to spare for Jelly Beans...

Sushi - Should have had the Big Mac!

I just finished a delicious lunch of sushi. It contained:

2 Salmon Nigri (1 PP)
1 Tuna Nigri (1PP)
2 Prawn Nigri (2PP)
2 California Roll (7)
2 Avocado Roll (5)

I made a HUGE mistake of not checking my ProPoints before eating. Your never going to guess how many ProPoints (according to

31 ProPoints!

I can't believe it. Again, I realise that this is my own fault and my own doing for not checking the PP before eating. But bloody hell! I thought Sushi was a healthy option! I don't think there's 31 points in a ham and cheese toastie!

I checked the Eating out guide. I could have eaten a Big Mac, Chips and a Cadbury Creme Egg McFlurry for 31PP!!!

I feel so cheated!

Guess it'll be zero point soup for my dinner tonight kids!

Thought of the day....

Plans are nothing; planning is everything.

~ Dwight D. Eisenhower

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Who knew exercise is like chocolate?

It's funny really. I'm 29 and, well I'll be honest, up until now my exercise regime - and I use the term rather loosely, has been the odd walk here and there, a guilt filled and stressfully occasional gym membership and a profession to really enjoy doing it when I get to it, but it's just getting to it is the problem!

This week, being week four of the new me, I've realised something. Exercise gives me that same happy feeling as a square (or six) of my favourite chocolate. And the great thing about it is that unlike chocolate, I can do as much exercise as I want and I wont be drown in a river of guilt! Although, I can't imagine that I Will ever be guilty of over exercising!

I also noticed something curious! I haven't had the best week this week. In fact, some might say that I have been like a bag of cats! Obviously those brave few who have voiced this fact have not loved to tell the tale! I've been up and down on that roller coaster ride called emotions all week. I didn't do any exercise on Tuesday night and it made me feel worse!

On Wednesday evening I had no more interest in squating and lunging and feckin planking than I had in learning to do a hoe down. When I came in from work Drill Sarge Mc was waiting. I'd had my night off the night before and wasn't having two on the trot. So he took me through my paces.

I'll be frank. I wanted to tell him to feck off and mind his business I am a grown woman that does not need to be told what to do. Then I got defiant in my stubborn, emotional little head and decided that he was waiting for me to quit, the way I always do. I'll show him, says i! And I did. I went through the paces and i worked my butt off, Abd guess what...

By the time I was warmed down and eating my dinner I was in great form. I was relaxed and happy and delighted with myself.

So apparently all this talk of exercise being good for fighting your moods ad depression and stuff isn't a ploy to trick you into working out!

My biggest concern is, what of exercise becomes my new chocolate?

Thought of the day...

We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think.  When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.

~ Buddha

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Thought of the day...

It is health that is real wealth, not piece of gold and silver

~ Mahatma Gandhi

Thought for the day

Believe you can and your half way there

~ Theodore Roosevelt

Monday, November 14, 2011

Week three - The Verdict

Disappointment all over my face!

Got up on that scales and before I got up, I knew that the last couple of days was going to go against me! And it did!

I am up half a pound! Now, I do realise that it should have been a lot worse. If I hadn't done as much exercise as I did then would probably gained even more!

It's all the vinegars fault! Had I not got a whiff of it leaving that pub, then I'd never have gotten the chips! Damn my lack of will power! Damn it's tasty smell!

So the plan for this week?

I have decided that since the old vino, beer and cocktails appear to be the root of my downfall ( and perhaps the root of all evil) I will have to cut them empty calories out!

Part two of the plan is to exercise like nobody's business! I'll be seeing more of Davina and her team than my loved ones! And shall be pounding the pavement like a woman possessed!

Part three is zero point soup till it comes outta my ears!

I am gutted that I gained. I had really hoped that I wouldn't but to put it I perspective: it's four weeks since I joined WeightWatchers and I've lost 3 and half pound!

Next week will be better!!

Danger! Danger! Self Destruct in T Minus....

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It would appear that my finger is hovering dangerously close to my self destruct button!

I have totally and utterly blown today. I have no idea what has gotten into me at all! I had my meals all planned out. I had my 1 ProPoint soup and was prepared with a plan. Lunch came and what did I do. I ignored my soup and instead I ate:

1 Granola Bar (5 points)
1 Packet of Hula Hoops (which are five ProPoints and you might just say that I locked the gate after that particular horse bolted because I calculated the ProPoints AFTER I ate the blood things)
1 packet of Popcorn (that was in my meal plan and it was a 15g packet and were only 2 points)
3 Weight watchers Crackers with butter and jam (3 points in total)

So adding it all up I ate 15 ProPoints at lunch and actually ate nothing at all!! Instead of sticking to a planned 4 ProPoints lunch of soup, yogurt and fruit!

Somebody help me remove that self destruct! Quick, before Rachbomb blows it!

Thought for the day

It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed

~ Theodore Roosevelt

This weeks Mantra

It's weigh day

Damn it! It's weigh day and all my confidence in the hard work put in is slipping away as the hours tick tock towards 7 O'clock! All I can remember is the 5 meals that I ate out (6 if you include the chipper, but I am trying to block that particular fail out!). I know I worked out and I know I ate well for the majority of the seven days, but I don't think it was enough! Damn self doubt. Damn that intoxicating scent of chips and vinegar. Damn it all to hell!

So here's hoping that regardless of all the meals out and alcohol consumed, I will have least lost 1lb. That's what I am aiming for, a loss of 1lb!

Fingers crossed

Sunday, November 13, 2011

UhOh... What was I thinking!

Do not know what I was thinking. I have had a MENTAL weekend. Cocktails on Friday and beers on Saturday. Haven't cooked myself a dinner since Thursday evening.

Out on Friday night with my lovely college ladies! We went for Tapas.

Tapas are a peculiar experience. They are nice, but a bit on the disappointing side. Its hard to describe. All this food comes at once, little tasters. And your eating away at it, and you feel full. But it's almost anti-climatic. There's no 'main course'. Now don't get me wrong, it was all lovely but it kind of left me wanting more.

Aside from that, myself and my arch nemeses 'Vino' had a meeting in the restaurant. I had two glasses and drowned the effects by drinking about a litre of water. Then I was on to the cocktails. Mojito and Strawberry Daiquiris. I love SD's... Mojito, on the other hand, I just don't understand it. They are lovely and refreshing, once you scoop all the foliage from them and actually get to the alcohol. I spent so much time scooping the mint out I was beginning to think I was gardening and not clubbing! I decided to go back to the SD's, far less effort!

How I woke up on Saturday morning feeling as bright as I felt, I shall never know. I got up and I made Roast Butternut Squash soup, had a lovely breakfast and I didn't cancel my date with Davina McCall. Headed on up to my gym (aka my bedroom) and worked my little ass off! I was thinking that between all the dancing around I did the night before and the work out, I was golden for working off the cocktails. Sure on Friday night, in my less than sober state, I decided that it would be best to leave my high heels on while dancing, despite my feet throbbing so much that I actually think my heart beat could have been found in them. My reasoning? Working out my thighs, calves and bum of course!

Things were going very well yesterday. I chose wisely in the restaurant. I came home and got ready to go out. I decided I was drinking Korona and I stuck with it. Fun and laughs were had by all.

Then we left the pub, and I was assaulted.... by the smell of vinegar.

Oh yes. I did. I went to the chipper. I bought chips and a battered sausage. I drown them in so much vinegar I think I began wearing it as a perfume! I ate my battered sausage. I loved every bite of that greasy battered meat. I started on the chips. The vinegar sodden, crunchy on the outside, fluffy on the inside chips. Delicious. But! I didn't eat them all. Instead I ate about half and threw the rest in the bin. That's progress!

Why progress? Well let me outline;

  1. Three weeks ago if I ordered a chipper, I would have ordered garlic dip
  2. I would have ordered a 1/4 pounder and cheese
  3. I would have eaten it all.
I think that's good, right? Or am I just fooling myself?

Regardless, I've to go now and extend my appointment with Davina to an hour long, perhaps an hour and half! What was I thinking?!!!

Thought for the day

Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.

~ Thomas Edison

Friday, November 11, 2011

Thought of the day ...

Well begun is half done

~ Aristotle

Clearly loosing the run of myself

Determination seems to be winning the battle between my thighs and its cronies. There is a lot less complaining out of them the more I move.

I have a big week of eating out. I was out for a lovely meal with my wonderful friend. It definitely lived up to my expectations (both the company and the meal). Thoroughly enjoyed it.

I am heading out for a 'good luck with the baby' lunch this afternoon. Have been pouring over the venues menu trying to choose something that's suitable. I have chosen Smoked Salmon.

I have Graduation Tapas and Cocktails with the ladies from college tonight to celebrate successfully making our way through a gruelling (in my eyes) diploma in legal studies.

Finally, I have a Brides dinner and drinks tomorrow night with one of my besties.

All in all, its a lot of eating out. The reason I am loosing the run of myself is not on account of all the eating out. Its on account of knowing I'm going to eat out, and actually exercising! Even if I am tired. I think I'm becoming one of those people. You know. The people that actually enjoy exercise.

This is a very big shock to me. Exercise has always been something I have scoffed at. I have always counted as the walk to the car and back. Weight training is the lifting of a glass of vino from the table to my mouth and refilling it. Aerobic exercise was hoovering (and I usually get himself to do that!). I mean, this week I've been running twice, walking once and did a half hour of boxercise last night.

Thankfully my body seems to be slowly coming around to the idea of this extra movement and is not protesting as loudly. Here's hoping that I can maintain this level for the rest of the weekend so I can really enjoy myself! Have to keep remembering, 4 days till weigh in...

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Working-out for my Grub

I am meeting a very good friend for dinner tonight. I haven't had an opportunity to sit with down and enjoy a meal and catch up with her for nearly five months, so some might say it is well and truly overdue! We always have such a giggle when we're together so I am really looking forward to it.
Just how much I am really looking forward to our catch up was on my mind yesterday morning. I decided that I would go for an hours walk yesterday evening after work and then I can pick whatever I like and not have to worry about the points (within reason of course). My thighs had finally stopped protesting and started to move normally again. I am thinking this is down to the fact that I gave them a night off on Monday and lulled them into a false sense of security. Yesterday morning while making my decision, I could feel them groaning! But, on the way home when rain sploshed down on to the window of the car, I could hear the rejoicing! "There's not a hope of her taking us out in this weather!" Their delighted squeals were silenced by my new found determination "I pity the foolish thighs who fear rain. Tonight I am going to introduce you to my friend pain!" (For reasons unknown my determination seems to have taken on some form of an extra Cheesy Mr T).
When I got home, myself and H2B headed off for our little trot. He left me eating his dust as he took off for a "jog" - looked more like a sprint to me but what do I know. I decided, much to the protesting of my thighs, that I would do the Couch to 5K training. This is five minutes of walking to warm up and alternating between 1.3 minutes of running and walking for twenty minutes, then five minutes of cooling down.
I don't run. For many reasons, one of which being that as a child I was told that I run like Sonia O'Sullivan. Me being the innocent and not at all unkindly minded assumed that meant that I was really fast. I was later informed that she looks really funny when she runs, and that I, infact, looked like her when she ran, I wasn't as fast as her. Anyway, I took off at my little pace and I completed the training. On the return to the car, emboldened by my achievement, I did another bout of running and walking. By the time I crawled into the car I was feeling very impressed with myself. my "Determination" was doing an "I told you so" dance in the face of my thighs (who had now dragged my glutes (new favourite word), calves and stomach into our falling out).
I make it sound like it was no problem for me to complete this 50 minutes of fast movement. Please do not misunderstand me. By the time I reached the car my face was redder than a tomato, I was lightheaded from the amount of oxygen and the speed at which it was reaching my brain and I was drowned in sweat, like I had just decided to dip myself in to the sea.
H2B took me home and the drill sergeant that he is made me do about ten minutes more of stretching and sitting up. I swear I thought I'd never get off the floor again. But I did. And I felt wonderful after it. Kind of wonderful you feel for those split seconds after you eat a bar of chocolate (after it leaves your mouth and before you have an attack of the guilt's)
So I definitely earned my dinner tonight! And I look forward to enjoying it guilt free. I have once again lulled the thighs and its new cronies into thinking they have a night off, but "Determination" is sneaking up on them and making them do Davina McCall's work out after dinner! sssh don't tell them!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Using Pregnancy Hormones to Loose Weight

I am following a fantastic blog called Snack Girl and she has posted this article... unbelievable what people are willing to do!

Thomas Edison said

Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.

~ Thomas Edison

Monday, November 7, 2011

Week two - the verdict

All my hard work this week. All the arguments with my thighs. All the zero point soup and the resisting fizzy jellies. All the pointing and tracking and cooking... What was it all for?

I'll tell you! It was all so that I could loose a whooping 4 pound!!!! Oh yes that's right!

I am absolutely delighted! I was nervous heading on up there to stand upon the dreaded scales! In a fit of madness I wanted to turn around and go home. In that split second I forgot all that hard work my thighs have been protesting about! When the lovely leader gave me the news, I nearly kissed the woman!!!

So three pound to go and I reach my short term goal of 7 lb by the end of November!

And a special thanks goes to H2B for all his support and drill Sargent exercising!

It's weigh day...

Weigh in 2 has come around! That week flew by in a blaze of points, exercise and pains!! Here's hoping it all paid off and the falling out with my thighs has been worth it. Up until this morning I was feeling relatively confident, sure I'd even go so far as to say extremely confident of a loss on that scales. But now... Well! Feeling less and less sure of myself and doubting whether or not I've done enough to see the results I want (in my dreams: 7lb down... but realistically 1lb down!)

Wish me luck!

Saturday, November 5, 2011

This weeks Mantra

“The difference between try and triumph is just a little umph!” -Marvin Phillips

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Dieter's Prayer

As I wake up from my sleep,
I pray my diet, I may keep.
But if temptation makes me slip,
I pray to God my pants won't rip

How to weigh yourself, courtesy of 1lucky3bucket's Public Profile on Photobucket

After 29 years together, my thighs have decided they want to leave me....

It's Saturday morning at 11.15am.  My thighs have fallen out with me. They say I've changed. They say that my attitude has become unbearable. They can no longer take it. They want to leave me for a lazier less motivated woman. I told them to go, I want a skinnier model any way! This is how it all began...

It all started with a walk on Wednesday for about 30 mins with himself (aka H2B - Hubby 2 Be). He took off on a little jog while I walked at a smart pace. And then I decided, sure I'll give this jogging (pronounced with a soft J H2B tells me so it sounds like Yogging!!) a go. Anywho, the lungs weren't long about protesting, and then the thighs had their say and that was the end of that.

So when we got home I asked H2B if he would teach me and coach me in the ways of 'excercise'.. Nothing to strenuous mind, just a few sit ups and the likes (something to battle the bingo wings). When I came home last night Drill Sarge McCarthy was ready and waiting to make me sit up and press up and lunge and basically use muscles that, to be quite frank, I really didn't know I had! That was the second straw as far as the thighs were concerned...

I received an email from one of my best friends wondering if I was around for an early morning walk this morning and a catch up. Sure, I said. Sounds great I said. Pick me up at 8am, I said. Within two mins of the 'walk' I realised what I forgot about my best friend. For every step she takes, I take three. So while she's out for a nice relaxing stroll, I'm walking at full pelt, sweating like a donkey in a sauna and struggling to catch me breath! Sure she hasn't even broken a sweat at this point and is full of chat. Our walks are the only time that she can get a word in edge ways with me because I'm too out of breath to speak!!! (and during our chat she informs me she's going to the bloody gym after the walk while all I was fit for was my bed!!)

Nevertheless, it was a lovely walk, and I felt fantastic after it, full of beans (and sweat). That was straw three for the thighs....

The final straw came when I decided that I would continue on my exercise buzz and throw on Davina McCall's 30 minute workout and give it a bash. I've never lunged and squatted as much in my life!!! Once I completed the 30 minute workout and fell to the floor, my thighs informed me of their decision...

I'm afraid to tell them that H2B is coming back at some point today to put me through my paces again!

I can practically feel myself deflating as i type!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Power of a Positive Mental Attitude

Last nights class got me thinking about the power of a PMA. The lovely leader was talking about how empty the class was and asked if any of us thought about not coming tonight and waiting until next week because of the bank holiday weekend.

I was too shy to say 'hell yeah!'... I was also afraid that verbal  squirts would take over and I'd be all of a sudden telling her how I was arguing with myself in the car the whole way up to the class like a child with an invisible friend. And the only reason I actually made it to the class was I needed petrol and there's a petrol station beside the class...

Nevertheless, she was saying how a person should be proud of themselves for coming to class, even if the week did not go to plan. That taking that step last night was the start of changing my NMA (Negative Mental Attitude) to a PMA.

That got me thinking about how negative thoughts really can destroy your best intentions (again, happy enough to blame anything or anyone as long as the blame doesn't directly lie at my door!!). I began thinking about all the times I reached for the bar of chocolate and told myself, sure you've no will power at all! And that made me grab another bar of chocolate.

Now, I realise that some might say that yes, indeed,  you have no will power if your scoffing two bars of chocolate in one sitting. My reply to them is stop sending me NMA and it was two fun size bars, not real size bars, sure one of them would only be teasing yourself!

So I want to address my PMA and think of three positive things.

1. Even though I need to loose weight, the extra layer is keeping me warm in this wintry weather.

2. I am not overweight, I am under tall.

3. I have big bones.

Ah I realise that I am poking fun at myself, but in all seriousness, I have realised that an unchartered step from the journey is only a mistake. Its not the end of the world and it should not encourage me to give up!

So people. Lets get thinking positive thoughts and stop the negativity in its tracks! In the wise old words of Mr President Obama "Is Feidir Linn!"


Week One: The Verdict! Dundundun

Really! I am never talking to wine again.... EVER

Went and got weighed. The regret of my complete inability to behave myself was ringing in my ears. I knew it wasn't going to be good. The fear that I was going to blow up the scales with it shouting 'cannot compute' or 'ouch get off me' had settled itself into my stomach for a good long stay. Sure it even brought popcorn and drinks to enjoy the show!

The lady was welcoming. She asked me kindly, 'how'd it go last week'. I declined to answer on the grounds that I didn't want to incriminate myself as a gluten!

I got on the scales. Fear was having a good oul expectant chuckle while dropping popcorn all over the place. But I got the last laugh on fear. The scales didn't blow up. Or shout ouch! In fact. The scales did nothing. It went neither up nor down.

So I stayed the same. No loss, but no gain (all the dancing I did must have helped loose a few wine pounds).

Happy days! I stayed to my meeting, like a good lady and have resolved that I shall make two changes this week. In the words of a hypnotist my cousin once saw this week I am going to:

"Zip my Lips and Shake my hips"

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

It's Weigh in Day

Oh why can't I stick to a plan? I was supposed to go walking for 2 hours over the weekend to make up for the Vino etc... But I didn't (the vino being the reason for the inabilty to walk)

Anyway, Week one weigh in is tonight! I am dreading it. I think I may have to change this blog to a Diary of an Inflating bride!!!

Wish me luck!

A Frightful Halloween....

A frightful Halloween is correct! Make a plan, they say. Allow yourself a treat, they say. Everything goes better with a plan, they say! Well I'd like to meet this famous they and give them a piece of my mind....

I made a plan. It was to have a bottle of vino with my dinner on Friday night. I was even going to make spritzers. Such a good girl am I, I decided that I would do the same on Sunday night in my other friends house. So when I went to Tesco and saw the Pinto Gricio that I like on special, I bought two!

That was flaw number one in the plan.

I made a wonderful Prawn Nachos (9 points thank you very much) for dinner. It was delicious. I drank the wine, sans spritzer... (flaw two). Then sure the party mood took over and I drank the second bottle. And when we ran out of Vino, it was decided that we would head to Wrights for a dance (the Final Flaw).

Who's decision it was to go dancing is a little bit on the sketchy side. My friend says it was mine. I say, I had a plan, and Wrights was not part of said plan, so I really don't believe that I would go so far away from the plan (eh???? See Flaw 2 for verification of ability to deter from plans)...

Regardless of who's decision it was / what plans were or were not made, we went to Wrights. There were Jager bombs (I DREAD to think of the pro points in those badboys and I use the word plural indicating there was more than one!)

Upon waking up the following morning feeling like I'd been hit by a bus and looking like a sniper wouldn't take me out, I proceeded to blame the wine and my friends bad influence. Mainly because, I had a Plan and they say a plan makes it all go right!

Saturday was spent in an terrible state of 'the fear' induced by the vino. I didn't eat a lot on Saturday. Probably down to the mix of Vino and Jager Bombs.

Sunday went considerably better. This time the plan was to drink a few largers. Not eat takeaways and not make a holy bloody show of myself. I stuck to the plan this time.

Next year I'll remember to be afraid of the Halloween spirits!!!!