Sunday 10th Jan- One day to go!

WRITTEN YESTERDAY

It’s the day before my big 7 week challenge and I’m feeling surprisingly apprehensive about starting! I just can’t shake that niggling feeling of self doubt that usually would spell failure. I’m beginning to rue the night of the staff Christmas party , the night I have pinpointed as the turn of my weight loss into weight gain and signified the end of my steady health streak and the beginning of the ‘Christmas period’.
Stumbling out of a swanky west end bar and stumbling in to a party goers final destination, affectionately known (or not so in my case) as the ‘Golden Arches’ , I supped on strawberry milky calories in a cup, feasted on compressed fat between two buns and gorged on deep fried carbs served in a large red packet all at 2 o’clock in the morning! What was I thinking!
Never the less, what’s done is done as the saying goes, I dusted myself off, left Rue avenue and decided to start the challenge feeling fresh both inside and out. So I booked myself into a beautiful luxury spa and like a little child on Christmas morning run along to unwrap the present of that cleansed relaxed feeling only a spa can gives you.
Now as single people everywhere would sympathize with me when I say, the only thing worse than seeing a couple in love walking down the street, is accidently visiting a spa during a mixed session and being trapped in a heavenly thermal experience with dozens of beautiful loved up and did I forget to mention slim toned couples. I would be forgiven for thinking I had walked through the doors in East London and had been magically transported to East Malibu. Statistically, the metropolis that is London is home to an alarmingly high rate of obese and morbidly obese people, yet not one managed to find the way through the door and into the same spa as moi. Feeling quite literally like the elephant in the room, I began to wonder what my or anybody else’s true motivation is to loose weight? Is it to become more desirable to the opposite/ same sex in the hope of attracting a new mate? Or is it to be truly happy within yourself, something that can only be achieved by being thin. I found it sad that in order for many many people to be comfortable and happy within themselves they would have to conform to fit what society dictates is beautiful. Sitting in the room full of couples I discovered that my true motivation wasn’t to attract a mate (that’s not at the top of my list right now) and although I do hope I am happier and comfortable at a smaller weight, I realised it is and always has been to become as healthy and as fit as I possible can. If looking good comes with it that’s great but as my particular weight I do not feel at my age is healthy enough for me. So three hours later, feeling incredibly relaxed and looking to the bright side I went home to prepare for the things in anticipation of my Monday start.

Time lapsed: 7 weeks 5hours
Height:5ft 7
Current weight: Unknown
Target weight: Unknown

7 WEEK WEIGHT LOSS CHALLENGE!

*WRITTEN YESTERDAY*

It’s that time of year again we ladies dread, as we dust off the scales to see what unwanted pounds Santa has left behind for us. It a syndrome I like to call ‘The contemplative post christmas melt down’, a self coined phrase but a wide spread problem. We drive ourselves to despair recalling all we have feasted on during the festive season and wondering why that 7th glass of wine was actually needed? why we weren’t satisfied with just one helping of chocolate cake? And why oh why does the period surrounding the 25th of the twelth month give was also the permission for the massacre of all your yearly hard work. Should Christmas be re-named 007, and be given license to kill our diets?

My particular vice was alcohol, as the white wine flowed so did my lack of perception as to just how much I putting away and of course the next days hang over had to be cured by some form of nutritionally void fried substance (I say substance as it wasn’t exactly proper food!) As the days rolled on my Christmas celebration stretched into New Years celebration until I found myself here. The 9th of January.

As I pondered that query of my weeks of 007ing my waist line, sitting beside the scales that hadn’t seen the soles of my feet for over a month, I began to feel almost sickened by my lack of self restraint over the Christmas period. However I reasoned with myself this is the start (not quite the beginning) of a New year and could be the start of a whole New me.

Now don’t get me wrong I am not a small girl, at 5ft 7lb the last time I checked I was 10st 5lb, but having lost yo yo’d my weigh through several years of dieting and having shed 2st over the course of last year. I am well aware of the pitfalls of dieting and I am especially aware that Christmas is to diets as water is to oil, never going to mix. So as I still sit here by my scales (afraid to step on). My solution that I have just minutes ago thought of is this. I have proposed myself the 7 week weight loss challenge beginning officially on Monday of course (why is it you always have to start the diet at the beginning of the week it’s as if you have a self destruct button that we fear with detonate if we begin at any other day but the dreaded Monday).

Anyway, I am currently thinking/ devising a schedule as I write this that I will hopefully stick to for the next 7 weeks in my hope to shed 1 stone (or hopefully more!) and as added incentive to succeed I have decided (stupidly or not to do this mostly daily internet blog). Just the prospect of one other person witnessing my complete and utter humiliating failure I am hoping will serve as my added motivation on those shun those French fry friday’s or those bourbon biscuit Sundays! Now please be warned that I am by no means a writer and am well aware that my life is hardly Sex and the City worthy material. A day could merely consist of
‘went to the shop’s, had food, went home’ but hopefully through other days on my quest to shed this weight and tone up the flab I my just pick up some interesting tips. Or at the very least you may get to witness one of those rare moments when someone actually reaches their goal!

Feeling very aware that I still have one more day to go before I officially begin my challenge I am swiftly putting away those dreaded scales as to not incure any penalization weight I may incure tomorrow. Weigh in day officially: Monday morning.
Time left: 7 weeks (and 1 day I suppose)
Loss aim: 1 stone
Current weight: Unknown
Target weight: Unknown