We’re back from our weekend in the lakes. Did I find my mojo? I’m not sure, but if I didn’t I certainly came close.
We stayed in Windermere, which is far from my favourite place in Cumbria – the main reason for which is that it’s constantly heaving with tourists. How dare people wish to holiday where I am holidaying?! It’s a bloody disgrace! However our accommodation was free (won in a raffle) and so it’s probably best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Anyway, we didn’t end up spending much time in the town and the room was nice, so ultimately it didn’t really matter where the hotel was situated.
I won’t go into a blow by blow account of our weekend. Suffice to say that we did a little bit of walking, a little bit of sitting on boats, and a little bit of buying unnecessary plastic objects from the Lakeland shop. Kerry also took some rather nice photos too.
I also had a bit of a resurgence of motivation to lose weight. For the past six months or so I’ve been struggling to scrape up the commitment to lose the final 30lb I need to get rid of to get to my target weight. This sounds crazy considering prior to that I managed to lose 70lb in just nine months without much bother.
I’ve come to realise over the last 12 months that dieting is all about state of mind. You need to train yourself to just accept that you are just not someone who eats chocolate, pizza, and deep fried mars bars. Limiting myself to a set number of “sins” a day doesn’t work for me; because once I pop I just can’t stop.
So today is the first day of phase two of Operation Blubber Loss. I am officially dieting again. And this time, in an effort to shame/motivate myself to keep with the program I’m going to publish a weekly update of my progress. Yes it will be boring, yes it will be monotonous; but in the words of Lesley gore- it’s my blog and I’ll post drivel if I want to.
So here goes.
This morning after I went to the toilet, before I ate something, and whilst I was holding twenty two helium balloons and standing on my tiptoes my weight was:
17 stone 3lb (or 241lb)
Yes yes, I’m a bloater. But remember I used to be 22 stone (308lb)
Let the not eating as much as I normally do commence!
