“I exercised once but
found I was allergic to it. My skin
flushed and my heart raced. I got sweaty
and short of breath. Very dangerous.”
I’m getting to the stage now when I know whether or not I
have lost weight. Last week for example,
I knew I would be down a bit. I couldn’t
be sure but I felt it was going to be a pound anyway.
I got it wrong. It
was more. But it is also what I call my
false reading. It’s when I have had a bad week with eating and a good week with
running. The input does not match the
output, in other words, I use up more calories than I ingest.
This week I reckon I will be up a pound by the same
reasoning.
I shall explain. Last
week, as I have already said, was a bad week in terms of not eating. I scoffed an I-will-in-my-arse Share bag of
Giant Chocolate Buttons and a 200g
bar of Turkish Delight on Saturday. But that
little act of chocolate savagery meant I cleared the house of chocolate for the
rest of the week. My chocolate
anyway. I don’t bother with the kid’s
stuff.
Unless I am really desperate that
is.
There is no doubt being on a chocolate famine helped.
With regard to proper food, I ate the kid’s leftovers. I have fallen into the habit of cooking less
rather than more. I cannot tell you how
sick I am of cooking full on dinners every day only to have them sniffed at and
gingerly tasted before they push them away and request Weetabix.
I never claimed to be a good cook. The fact that I hate cooking is apparent in
the finished product which is probably why the lads don’t eat much of it. But last week was a hungry week and they ate
rings round themselves. And me.
Some people, Mister Husband for example, says hunger is a
good sauce. Lemme tell ya, if I don’t like
something, I’d eat my own hand first before I’d touch it. So I am confident in the knowledge that my
cooking may not be the best but it is not awful; just samey and a bit boring. But what else can I do when there’s a brood
that will only eat samey and boring stuff.
I am not going to go experimenting with all sorts only to have it pushed
away. Which they will do.
So last week, they ate everything I cooked. Result. And not a first either. This phenomenon has happened before. I fed
them first, as I always do, and what was left over I made do with. That and the crusts from their
sandwiches. I was hardly starving. I have my tea to thank for that.
This week was different.
I managed to get out for just two runs and one of those was around the
garden when Smallest Boy was having a morning snooze.
Going back to my magic tea.
During the bad week for food, good week for exercise, I’m not sure if I
have my tea to thank or to blame. I’ve
been drinking it for seven weeks now and I can definitely, without a shadow of
a doubt, say that it 100% reduces the urge to snack. Especially on chocolate which was always my
go to food whenever I needed a little boost.
But I think the downside of it, for me anyway, is that it also keeps the
“I’m hungry” pangs away.
There is no getting away from it, I neglected to eat that
week and the tea made it comfortable for me to do so.
The other thing I wanted to chat about is how November is
like transition in labour. In other
words it’s a real bitch. You get to the
“I can’t do this no more!” kicking and screaming part which is always a dead
giveaway that birth is very, very close.
You reach deep down to tap into those hidden inner resources, to draw on
the last vestige of energy and “pop” the baby’s born. Or in this instance, you’ve dropped a pound
or reached your target weight after weeks and weeks of hard work and good
eating habits.
I reckon the month of November is the losing weight
equivalent of transition in labour. But
the end is in sight. Christmas is just
around the corner. So hold on in
there. Set your sights on the prize,
visualise it and it will be yours.
August 2012 -
eleven stone three and a half pounds
October 26th – ten stone eleven pounds
November 2nd – ten stone eleven and three
quarters of a pound.
November 9th – ten stone nine and a half pounds
November 16th- ten stone nine and three quarters (up quarter pound)
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