Talking It Off

Half way through the 42 days of hard work and it looks like I’m going to be settling for around a pound per week.  Considering the number of days away and the anniversary celebrations, I’m going to accept that with positive fortitude and look forward to weighing 3 pounds less in 3 week’s time.

But it will still take some hard work to get what I want – which is to weigh under 10 stone (140lbs) even if just for a bit.

I just made myself chuckle reading a bit of an old post:

Now – if my house had had any junk food at all, the outcome would have been different.  But I suppose that’s another measure of how far we’ve come in our family eating habits.  There was a time when, after dinner,  we’d get that wicked co-dependent glint in our eyes and someone would be on a junk food run before you could say “how many points in a giant Cadbury Fruit and Nut bar?”  But it didn’t even cross our minds yesterday as we snuggled down on the sofa for the evening.

Oh dear – that’s kind of depressing.  It reminds of my first ever Weight Watchers leaders.  And I sort of hated them.  But that’s another story.

My first ever WW leaders were a couple.  She led the meetings and he did all the booking in etc.  We met in a tiny room at the local legion and they were two of the least inspiring people I’d ever met in my admittedly short 18 years on earth.  I know it must have been hard being a liver pusher but there was just no sympathy whatsoever. “WE” eat liver so you can too. (Well, no, really I can’t – not even an little bit.)

I remember them as very thin and very pale.

To be fair (sorry for that cliché but it’s heart felt).  To be fair, they had lost vast amounts of weight between them and kept if off for 20 years.

But the detail that sticks out most in my mind was the fact that every single night for 20 years they had put skimmed milk and raspberries in a blender, whizzed them up and drunk them together in front of the tv.  Every night for 20 years!

It made me pity and hate them in equal measures.

It was so regimented and awful and I always came away thinking, “I’ll never be that boring so I might as well quit now.” And I did.

I was thinking about that a little as I wrote yesterday’s post.  Whenever I talk about improvements in my diet or changes in taste, it’s never something that has just been a decision and happened over night.  It’s all been a gradual shift from one way of eating and to another.  That’s the blessing of accidentally falling into Slow Dieting; it gives you time to turn the aircraft carrier that is a lifetime of eating in a way that makes you fat.

Am I frustrated with a pound a week?  Yep.  I’d love to lose 2 per week and just get this over with.

Do I know that I’m exercising tons and losing inches and that I should shut up about the pounds lost and look at the big picture?  Yep – that too.

Am I still heading for 139 as opposed to some fitness goal?  Yep – I never said I was sane.

Am I going to eat liver and whizz up skimmed milk in the blender?  Not this week but you never know……desperate measures and all that.