Weigh day... The result!

It's weigh day and I've just hopped up on TSC.. And I need not have feared!

My fearless leader informs me that it's been 8 weeks since she last clapped eyes on me. Trotting up to that scales I got the warmest welcome back - which instantly riddled me with guilt! My fearless leader also took my number so she could send me "get your ass here " texts if I go missing again!

Anyway! As I said I need not have feared! TSC was kind today! I am the exact same weight as I was 8 weeks ago! Which is great cause I've done a lot of eating and drinking the last 8 weeks and not a lot of moving! I must be doing something right!

So I am back and I am on a mission!

The goal; 7lb by 30 June! Let's do this thing!

The Verdict

I am not impressed. Not in the slightest bit impressed. All my running and walking and, more importantly, puking and passing out didn't do me a blind bit of good this week.

Now, I do realise that it's not a full week since the last time I got up on that soul crusher (aka the scales) and I also realise that it was a different soul crusher that I was on last week. But nevertheless I am not a happy bunny!

The only thing that consoled me as my life flashed before my weak as a kitten body and I clung to the toilet willing myself through the next attack of the "hoof it ups" was the thought that it would be ok sure when I next get weighed I'll be about 15 stone lighter!

That was not the case. Up 1.5 feckin pounds! Eh WFT?

My leader says to me if I'm not back to eating correctly my body could be in shock. Now come here lads. How do people with eating disorders get skinny if that's the case? Not that I am encouraging or belittling anyone in that situation.

Anyway. I'm highly disgusted.

So back to the drawing board for this week. Up a feckin pound and a half! So I shall be trotting along the canal at lunch and malahide to portmarnock in the evenings this week. Do stop me and say hello if you see me panting past!

The Verdict

I had my weigh in FINALLY! Oh my god. It's been so hard to find a class that suits my busy hectic lifestyle (ahem). Oh how to squeeze in a weigh day when one is running and walking and seeing crappy wedding bands that cost too much for the level of their talent?

Anyway, managed to get to a class today and was extremely pleased with what happened. I am down 1.5lb. That's 8.5lb in total! All that extra moving about the place has really paid off!!

So this week the goal is to loose 2lb and achieve at least 5 hours exercise by Monday nights class!

The verdict this week?

The verdict

Well I got weighed last night. As I approached that scales I made my peace with all the nights out, dinners out, creamy sauces, cakes, wine and rubbish that I consumed. Someone once said "never regret something that once made you happy" that was the philosophy I was attempting to adopt!

I thought about all the times I meant to track and didn't. Thoughts of sitting on the couch and ignoring my trainers that were making muffled cries from inside my workout bag haunted my every step!

I hopped up on that scales with a knot in my stomach that I am pretty sure weighed about 6lb. I was greeted warmly by my leader with words of welcome back and We missed you ringing in my ears as I waited for the damage to appear on screen!

Bam! In the four weeks since I'd stood on my old nemeses, I hadn't gained a pound or lost one either! I was exactly the same!

Delighted doesn't cover it! For many reasons, the main being, of course, that I am not starting all over again! But also that obviously on some subconscious level I am working the programme without realising it!

So the verdict? It's a good outcome and given me the boost I need to face this week. If I had went to they class last week I honestly believe that whatever the scales said would have discouraged me thoroughly!

So this weeks plan?

Stick to my points
Track, track, track
A minimum of 7 hours exercise
At least 2 litres of water a day

Here's to a great week where ill be seeing less of myself on Monday!