It doesn’t
matter how well I do during the week when it gets to weigh day and standing in
the queue to get a weighed, a black mist descends on me and I go from REALLY
REALLY confident to convinced that I’ve done REALLY REALLY badly! This week it
was the former and it was a case of another pound gone! It’s going slowly, but
it’s going!
I’m still sticking to my DNA fit way of
eating, but sticking to my Weight Watchers pro-points. I’ve cut down on my carb intake
massively, which this week has been easier said than done. I’ve had a few
meetings and been on the road a bit and it’s quite hard to get a salad on the
road that either isn’t soaked in high fat salad dressing or contains eggs… I
hate eggs! So there have been a couple more sandwich options than normal, but at
least I’ve been able to work out the points and most nights I’ve cut the carbs
out my evening meal. Most days…sometimes
you just really need potatoes!
I went to get my nails done this morning and
I was chatting to the girl who was doing them and she mentioned that she’d
missed going to Slimming World this week, because on weigh day she’d gone
mental and gone to McDonalds and had a kebab! Now this girl is someone who has
a really lovely figure and is very pretty and I found myself uttering the
immortal words “well you don’t need to go to Slimming World” and she said “well
I’ve lost 2 stone with them, so I go just to make sure that I don’t put it back
on again”
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| pretty nails |
It occurred to me that because I hadn’t known
her very long I had assumed she had always been slim and had never had a weight
problem. Just like I reckon people who meet me now assume I’ve always been fat!
When I first went to University, I did what
every Uni student does and put weight on. Chips at lunchtime, cakes in the
canteen, beer in the evening (sometime afternoon) and I put a couple of stone
on. During my third year, my Mum and me joined Weight Watchers for the first
time and I got to goal weight by losing 2 and a half stone.
So by the time I started my Post-Grad I was really slinky, so everyone I met
there, only ever knew me as Slinky Katie.
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| Me, Mum and Lucy just after we joined Weight Watchers the first time! |
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| Me (on the left) at goal weight, the first time! |
A few years after I’d left Uni and started
work, I met up with an old friend. I hadn’t put a lot of weight on by any
stretch of the imagination, but working early mornings (whatever people tell
you, getting up at 3.30am every morning is unnatural!) so my eating pattern was
a little erratic and I’d probably put a stone back on.
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| Me & my "belly" (on the right) |
I remember sitting on a sofa with my friend
having a coffee and she reached over, prodded me in the tummy and said well you’re
clearly content with life! I haven’t seen her recently, because I’m scared she’ll
grab my tummy and tell me “never mind content, you must be over the f*****g moon”
I know that sometimes I put off seeing people
who knew me when I was thinner, because weirdly I think they’ll think badly of
me for putting lots of weight on and assume I’ve just decided to let myself go,
which really isn’t the case. My weight is purely down to comfort eating, I wish
I was one of those people who found comfort in exercise or something that was
good for me, but I’m not. I’ve worked really hard at re-educating myself and having
met up with some friends I hadn’t seen in about 10 years recently, what I
learnt is that they were just really pleased to see me!
My aim for next week is to try and lose 2 pounds, before Christmas I want to be at least half a stone lighter, although if it's more I won't complain!
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