Diary: Ditching the scales

SO I’ve spent two and a half years half heartedly following the slimming world plan. But it’s time now I finally reach my target.

But what is my target? How the hell will I know what 10 stone will look like on me? or 8 stone? I might be happier at 11 stone.  ARGHH.

Made a little decision that from now on I’m not doing it solely based on weight any more.

In fact I’m only going to weigh myself once a month so I don’t get obsessed with numbers.

I’m going to be basing my entire journey on fitting in this dress that I’ve spent 2 years hoarding. Its not a particularly special dress, its not sparkly or amazing but I’ve never been able to fit in it.

It says its a 14 but I think it must have got muddled up with US sizes and it’s actually a 10 because even at my lowest weight I could not squeeze my arse into this dress!

I’m not going to slimming world classes because (and this is the honest truth) Great British Bake Off has started again on a Tuesday night and well… I like GBBO…

I’ve started eating healthily again, and I dragged Martyn into it as well because he was hoping for ice cream on Saturday, instead he got fruit with a muller light! He then tried to teach me how to use weights for my arms and my 1.5 kg lady weights got too heavy and I bashed myself in the face. Martyn laughed, I cried.

The weight training came about because we got into bed and as he went to set an alarm he noticed the two arm weights on my bed side table.

“Why the hell are these here?”
“I do arm weights before bed…”
“Oh God, Show me…”

*does the arm weights*

“Oh God, stop.”

But I am fully trained now and will have the arms of a goddess not of a 73-year-old who’s only exercise has been dabbing at bingo.

So I’m going to spend 4 weeks sticking to the diet, measuring myself because I find even when I’m not losing weight I can feel the difference in inches lost.

4 weeks means

• NO CHEAT DAYS
• WRITING DOWN EVERYTHING I EAT
• ACTUALLY DOING BODY MAGIC!
• BEING HONEST WITH MYSELF.

I’ve weighed myself today and I will weigh myself again on Monday, October 2.

I’ve set a lil reminder in my phone and hopefully I will see a big loss in pounds, and also a big loss in inches.

I have measured:

1) Thighs

2) Arms

3) Waist

4) Bust

Ideally I am hoping for about 11 or 12 lb lost but hey ho as long as it goes down I’ll be happy.

I’ll try the dress on too… you never know…

Anyway I’ve gone off the point again, I never shut my mouth. The main point I was trying to make is that numbers on the scales should not determine how happy you are. I’ve had a lovely weekend, felt really confident. Don’t know what I’ve lost, just chose clothes that I liked and felt happy in myself. Something I’ve not felt for a long time.

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