19th – 25th February 2012
Weight: 10st 4lbs
Status: 56 days & counting – I thank you!
Mood: yes, I’m still counting…
Ok, so a wee weight plateau at the moment but that might have something to do with the fact that I managed to display the culinary skills of a 4 year old this week. I’ve been ridiculously busy working 12-14hr days, not stopping to get in a ‘big shop’ or make a proper dinner; so it really has been an interesting case of what’s in the cupboard… and apparently, that wasn’t a lot!
So after chewing on a dry crackerbread and sucking on an oxo cube, my body has clearly rebelled this week, and quite rightly so!
Despite my dietary lapse over the last 8 or so days or that I’m tired from the hours I’ve been chucking in and my tough dry weekend excursion back to my drinking homeland where I had to be fun ‘auntie Hayley’ as the kids trampolined all over me; it’s not put a dampener on my spirits as I’m still feeling pretty good about how far I’ve come. 56 days is a long, long, long, did I say long? long, LONG time but I’ve managed to avoid the seductive sauce! I’ve dined with friends with whom I normally share a tipple (or to be honest, usually more of a ‘topple’) with, I’ve attended family gatherings and even a hoe down, but I have managed to remain totally sober. Not that I was an alcoholic before, you understand, but I do feel like I deserve some kind of sobriety chip for what has felt like a monumental effort!
It has definitely paid off though, as next week I have a bit of a do and I can fit into my nice new dress. Ok, so it needs some spanx, a giant shoe horn and a lack of breathing throughout the night on my part to fit into it, but I’ll take the win…
12th – 18th February 2012
Weight: 10st 4lbs
Status: Half Way!!!
Mood: Upbeat: Did I mention; it’s Half Way!!!
Jeans. That’s all I need to say – jeans – and all the ladies reading this will know that it’s one of the hardest things in the world to buy. So many different sizes, dependent on brand, density and shape, that buying a simple pair of jeans is like climbing some bloody big mountain somewhere where there’s a range of bloody big mountains. In the spirit of all things self-flagellating, this week I bought a pair of jeans. Why am I harping on about jeans? Because this pair is the size I once wore 7 years ago… chuffed? I think so! Ok, so for all those reasons above, it may not have been a true size, but I’m taking the victory and I’m running with it… I’m falling over because I wasn’t looking where I was going… and I’m up again and running with it!
My little jeans adventure and keeping up to date with the three booty girls that are currently undergoing the nutritional challenge and the amazing and inspiring progress that they have made; has had me really thinking about size and, in turn weight, this week. One of the things that I’ve loved about Bootcamp is the simple lesson that it taught me about losing weight. Before I joined I was so obsessed by it that I would weigh myself every day; you know hoping that the fat fairy would come in the night and take away half my body weight or she would just give-in and replace it with a newer model. It was a while after joining before I realised when I was cleaning one day that my scales had started to gather dust… I’d stopped obsessing about why I’d put a pound on here or not lost any there and started focussing on how I felt. I’m currently weighing myself once a week, purely for this challenge of not drinking, as seeing the number lessen does help as a motivational tool but I can’t believe now that I used to be so weight-absorbed because that’s a battle you will never ever win. It’s not about tipping the scales, it’s about getting to know the body you have and starting to treat it better and when your breathing becomes less laboured, your step acquires a spring and your shape starts to change to reveal all those lovely curves you used to have; that’s when you know you’re winning. I know girls who have lost ‘weight’ through unhealthy fad diets of basically not eating by sucking on a grape for two days and their shape is weird, their frame is weak, their colouring is grey and their fitness is non-existent. So, here’s to the body you deserve for the work you put in and two fingers up to the fat fairy I say!
< Although I won’t be throwing my scales at her just yet, as I need them to inspire some even more offensive comments towards the alcohol fairy :0) >
5th – 11th February 2012
Weight: 10st 4lbs
Status: Why isn’t it half way yet?
Mood: WHY isn’t it half way yet??!!
Rather bizarrely, I still want a drink. By this time last year, I was well and truly past any cravings and I think that my continued pining is more to do with the extra long time-frame I set myself, knowing that I’m not even half way yet… damn!
The thing that’s keeping me going is those measurements from last week. They had me wondering if I got them wrong and I was that big to start with but I’ve been digging out photographs from a couple of years ago and I can’t believe the difference. It’s flooded my usually empty brain with memories of all the parts I was desperately unhappy with and now I remember that I used to have extra pockets everywhere even when I wasn’t wearing clothes. I could have started a lucrative business smuggling electric cars in my back fat and a few small immigrants behind my knees and now I’m feeling somewhat streamlined… and obviously in need of another money making scheme!
My focus is well and truly back and my brain is buzzing with ideas and it’s been like a scene from ‘A Beautiful Mind’, making me write into the wee hours of the morning again. It might be because I’ve missed booty this week, which I’m not too chuffed about thanks to the snow so I’ve nowhere to channel the energy. Also, I know that next week is a week off, so I’m forfeiting 2 whole weeks of my much needed booty. Will I go crazy in the interim? I’m not ruling it out :0)
29th January – 4th February 2012
Weight: 10st 5lbs
Status: One month down; two to go…
Mood: Suspicious: who’s adding days in the month?
Tum te tum; so one month in the bag but the thought of another two…? I’m sorry, I just zoned out thinking of painless ways to put myself in a coma for the coming months to wait out the next 60 days!
My concentration levels have now increased which is what I’ve been waiting for and I’ve had an incredibly productive week. In fact, my brain has quite a lot of excess energy; if only my body were on the same page then I’d be feeling super-fit right now. The physical energy levels are a thyroid thing but I’m trying to work out a diet around that but I AM losing weight steadily, which is normally a really tough thing for me to do. I can feel it massively in my clothes, so for the first time in 2 years, I had the courage to take my measurements. I first took them 2 months before I started Bootcamp and I have felt a difference in my shape but I didn’t want to take them again as I was terrified of being disappointed, in case my perception was wrong and there was no difference; mentally, that could have put me back to square one. However, I did it and I’m really glad I did. From head to toe I have lost:
Tops of arms: 1in off (each)
Chest: almost 2.2in off
Waist: 1.2in off
Hips: 1.6in off
Tops of legs: 1in off (each)
Knees: 1in (each)
So all in all, that’s 11in in total over 2 years! Did I hear a ‘whoop whoop’? – not bad for someone who ‘supposedly’ can’t lose weight!
Doing the dance of joy…
…and someone’s just seen me doing the dance of joy – now hiding the face of shame as I’m crouched behind the window until it’s safe to get back up again…