Halllllooooooo blogland! I have returned from my week and a half of gallivanting about with all manner of friends and I have had so much fun.
From getting soaked to the skin to singing at the top of my voice, camping in the countryside to car ferrying in Ireland - it's been brilliant. Yeah, when the alarm went off at 5.40am this morning I was far from amused but hey, gotta make the pennies to fund this gad-about lifestyle.
My recent healthy efforts have been geared towards this holiday and I was weighing myself the day I left. I was then going to have a 'power week' when I was away. It's was an active week with around 5km of walking every days and a distinct lack of sitting down.
So the morning of the day I was leaving for holiday rolled around very quickly and it was time to see what number the power week was kicking off on. Boom - 2.25lbs off! A bloody lovely loss but let's not forget I had gained an unexplained pound the week before. Regardless, very very happy with that. And so the power week began.
The place I was staying was catered for by a very good team. A cook team that made a fried breakfast every morning. That made quiche every lunchtime and had a Sundae bar! Oh lordy. Did not matter though. My mind was made up. Breakfast was scrambled eggs and sometimes a slice of toast with it. Lunch was half a baked potato with a load of cold meat and salad, followed by a coffee and piece of fruit. Dinner was usually something like fish with veg, chicken curry and rice or fish pie. I always said no to chips. I always said no to pasty. I always said no to pudding.
Where I did fall down was booze. Oh booze, how I love you. I mostly stuck to spirits and diet mixers which helped limit any damage. What did not help was the wine and cider I also indulged in most nights. Oops. On top of that, on several occasions dipped my hand into a big bag of crisps that was forever being passed around our group as we sat and chatted.
But as I say, I was active. On the go the whole time and also - no snacking. I knew I'd lost something as my clothes felt a little looser but you know what it's like, you begin to get bit paranoid. 'Are these jeans looser cause I've been wearing them for 3 days non stop or cause I've actually lost some weight?' Turns out my mind wasn't playing tricks on me... I got on the scales to see I'd lost 3.75lbs. Wheeeeee!
Even when I get back on the dieting bandwagon after stuffing myself silly for weeks, I don't have a big loss any more. 3lbs is a big number for me so to see that significant jump down the numbers, it felt amazing.I felt amazing. So that's me down to 13 stone 2.5lbs! 12 stone range - Imma coming to get you.
This is the most success I've had for about a year. Just over 9lbs off and I am feeling SO much better. I bought a lovely pair of trousers about 6 weeks ago from M&S. Size 18 and they are a perfect fit. Not any more! Too big! At the same time I bought the same style but in denim and a size 16. When I first tried them on they were WAY too tight. I think the word is obscene. Tried them on again yesterday - like a glove. A GLOVE!
Week 1: 13 stone 11.75
Week 2: 13 stone 9.75 (- 2lbs)
Week 3: 13 stone 7.5 (- 2.25lbs)
Week 4: 13 stone 8.5 (+ 1lb)
Week 5: 13 stone 6.25 (- 2.25lbs)
Week 6: 13 stone 2.5 (- 3.75lbs)