2nd Weigh in

 Well what can I say????

I was a day late jumping on the old scales, and they were not pleased to see me. I have dropped 3lb which is good, but I just wish it was more.

I keep thinking about my last week and where I went wrong. I constantly feel like I am making excuses for myself and my weight, but is there really an excuse good enough for not taking care of your body more?

 I Find it very hard to say “NO” and stick to it, I seem to spend ages at friends’ homes saying “No, I am fine thank you anyway” 2 seconds later after they have said “Go on” I say “Honestly, no, its OK” they then come back with the “Why not?” I go back saying  “I can’t, I am trying to lose weight” they then say “Are you? Well one won’t hurt” I am sitting there thinking “they are right you know, the one probably won’t hurt, it’s the 3-4 that follow that will do the damage”. So you then start to back down a little and say “They/it looks lovely but I really shouldn’t” they then keep their hand firmly on your back just enough to push you over the edge and then it slips out of your mouth, the words you have been trying for all of 10 minutes to hold in “ ohhh go on then” It’s only after that you feel slightly guilty. It’s the feeling that put the “Well you have eaten that you might as well eat this”in your head, then the diet goes completely out of the window for the rest of the day.  I need to learn that if I do get “pushed” (arms twisted behind my back kinda pushed) and fall off the ‘wagon’ I need to tell myself …. “OK, you ate that.  You know you enjoyed every last little bit, but now you need to push on with the diet”. – But it’s the positive thinking in this that makes me feel so silly.. I mean who talks to themselves like this????Apparently loads of people, and apparently it works??So I am going to try some “positive” thinking, and hopefully if I do this after a healthy meal it will encourage me to eat more healthily, if I do it after the bad food, it will help me to limit myself?? – You never know.  

My really big down fall is comfort food. It does not take much for me to feel down; just a minor “tiff” can lead me to picking up the biscuits or bag of crisps.

What is it about comfort food that makes it feel so right as you ram as much of it down your throat as humanly possible (or by this time you’re just a wild animal, trying to put your craving or sudden bout of hunger to bed) then feel completely guilty after you have finished licking your fingers or plate (if you managed to grab one in time)???

I often ask myself, what did people do before “comfort foods” were around?

Well last week I though I did pretty well considering the mood I was in for most of it.

 I know where I fell to the ground covered with delights of “bad” foods. I went to a restaurant  with some friends, I had a work conference (which did not cater for people trying to lose weight), and then I had a Chinese meal at my auntie’s which fell into place after a rush to the hospital with my little boy Michael (he decided to split his head open on the sharp edge of a rock). Ohh and then there was the burger & two sausage rolls I had at my friend’s house.  The target that has been set out for me is to do 10 minutes of exercise a day, which I am hoping to find easy.  I just need to find a way to add extra time into my day. (Maybe Dr Who can help? Or Michael J Fox? Anyone with a time machine? He he he).

I am sure it will be OK. :0)

Well that’s my moan for the day….. Take care x