The Fear!

During my slinky by Tuesday mission, I have learnt a few things about myself and one of them is that I’m a girl who likes routine and fear! By fear I don’t mean worrying that Freddie Krueger is going to jump out of my wardrobe in the middle of the night, although that would make me sweat a bit. I mean the fear of getting on the scales week in week out and also to a certain extent writing this blog and putting myself out there in a way I really haven’t before. Lets face it when you’ve spent time being referred to as “Fat Katie” and having a scumbag ask you if the reason your Mum died was because you and I quote “ate her” you start to worry how much more of an emotional kicking you can take.

  That aside I will (for as long as you’ll read it) share my journey and be honest. So with that build up in mind, I’ve been on holiday. My sister Lucy and I headed to Spain for a week of sunshine. Lucy is also following the weight watchers plan so in normal life it’s great to have someone around me that isn’t going to try to lead me astray, but is also committed to a slinky mission.

 The holiday started well, we arrived in Manchester the night before we flew and stayed in a hotel that smelled of mash potato. You know it’s classy when that’s the smell that greets you. Knowing we didn’t have to get weighed the following day we decided to “treat” ourselves to the airport platter. Sounds great, but it was basically a mess of fried and very bad for you food, but as we told ourselves as we munched on onion rings and spare ribs, we would be good the rest of the holiday.

Airport platter, fried stuff and a tiny bit of salad!

  As we were self catering we made sure we bought plenty of fruit, yogurt and salad. Somehow into our basket on the odd occasion fell crisps and chocolate. We were doing really well until 2 days before we were due to fly home we found the €7.95 all you can eat Chinese buffet. As we filled our faces with prawn toast and spare ribs (me) sweet & sour prawns and spring rolls (Lucy) I think deep down we both felt a bit guilty and maybe a bit sick. Although it didn’t stop us going back the following day – they gave us a free bracelet and Chinese liquor that we’re still not sure what it was.

Free bracelet, I'm a sucker for pressies!

  I’m pretty sure I’ve put on a few pounds whilst I’ve been away, but I have a week to undo those wrongs. What has surprised me most, is that although I’ve enjoyed my week of sunshine and food naughtiness, I really don’t want to continue eating like that. The first thing I did when I got home was head to the supermarket and buy LOTS of fruit and veg and brew myself a green tea (the one with lemon because actually that tastes quite nice) I’ve also bought my trusty hula hoop into the office so that when my head feels like it’s going to explode, I can whack on a bit of Five and hula. Cyril is back from a week in the kennels, so I’ve planned lots of nice walks with him and I’m pretty sure I’ve agreed to a spin class!

My trusty hula hoop, which I spend more time picking up off the floor, than doing actual hula-ing

  Despite the fact I enjoyed sitting in the sunshine with a beer and it was nice to have prawn toast again, because lets face it, there’s no slimming substitute for that, what I REALLY enjoyed about my holiday was the fact that on the plane, the chair didn’t dig into my thighs and I didn’t have to panic that the belt wouldn’t fit over my tummy and I’d have to suffer the ignominy of asking the skinny air hostess for an extension. Plus most of the clothes I took were a size in some cases 2 less than they had been on my previous holiday. Plus now I have my fear back, next Tuesday I’ll have to clamber onto the scales, and admit my sins and I’d rather give my weight watchers leader the edited highlights!