All the threes for (1)33

For those of you not familiar with the game, that’s a bingo call, along with ‘19 – Goodbye Teens’ and ‘26 –Pick and Mix’. I won’t bore you with any more. For those that are interested, you can find a full list on Bingo Lingo.  Go on I dare you!

Bingo calls aside, I did feel as if hit my own little jackpot this week when the scales showed yet another 1lb weight-loss. That makes it 3lbs in 3 weeks bringing me to 133 lbs.

It would seem that a) there really is a God or b) miracles do happen. Because if I’m honest with myself, I can’t truly attribute this 1lb loss to my own hard work.

I only made it to the gym three times, and even then for a short but sweet power workouts. And since Friday, I didn’t make it to the gym again until yesterday for the weekly weigh-in.  Ok, so 3 work outs a week is not bad I hear many of you say. And I agree: that I’m managing go get to the gym that often is somewhat of an achievement when combined with a full-time (ish!) job and 2 small children.

The problem lies not so much in the length and quality of these workouts but the gluttony that seems to be accompanying them. To say I’d been thriving on a diet of lettuce leaves and celery sticks over the last seven days would be a complete lie.  The weekend was a complete binge. On Friday night Ben and I had a chocolate covered raisin / Swedish Fish binge and on Sunday I found myself tucking into a burger (with cheese) and fries at the Keg, followed by a pack of Peanut M&Ms at the movies.  By the way, Bridesmaids is worth watching but you won’t lose anything by waiting for the DVD. 

All things considered, I truly was expecting no change at best, a weight gain at worst yesterday. Don’t get me wrong I’m delighted that this wasn’t the case.  The issue now is that I can feel myself getting complacent  and am already going back to bad eating habits - I’ve already eaten my body weight in very delicious-but-hardly healthy Farmhouse White bread.  How can something so good, be so bad?

Hence it is with good intentions that I shall shun the bad carbs and tasty treats and attempt to keep on track for next Wednesday. Wish me luck!

Two for Two? Who knows…

It’s Wednesday, or ‘weigh-day’ as far as I’m concerned. At least that’s the theory, but as we all know the reality is often very different.

And so it was this morning that when my alarm went off at 5am for my 5:30 RPM class, I promptly rolled over and went back to sleep. And as Jemima had a dentist appointment at 8am an uber-early morning session in the gym was my only chance to jump on the scales today. 

So I have no idea of the results of the last week as far as weight loss is concerned.  I’m not feeling particularly positive as although I’ve made it to the gym three times, two of those work outs were much shorter than I’d have liked. And it was a piggy weekend – Ben’s birthday and Mother’s Day both falling on Sunday didn’t do me any favors on the healthy eating front. Let’s just say there were cupcakes on Saturday and Lemon cake on Sunday. Yum!

That said, today I’m wearing my skinny jeans and for a few hours they were falling down.  It was only when I tightened the belt - to a notch that I’ve not seen a long while - did they stop falling down. Surely that’s a good sign?

I said right up front that weight-loss, or rather your body weight, whatever it may be, is more about how you feel and your dress size rather than purely numbers on a scale. So, that I’m feeling thinner and the clothes, today anyway, seem to be confirming it, I’m pretty positive. Which puts me in the right frame of mind to be continuing. Fingers crossed, here’s to another pound next week.

Wednesday Weigh-In: One Week in and One Pound Down

I used to quite like Wednesday’s. To me they’ve always represented the top of the hill. The hill being the working week.  Add to that, Wednesday is the one day of the week that I usually don’t have to get the kids up and off to school, instead opting for a shower in peace, even if it is at the gym and following a work-out.

Since I started my ‘11lbs in 15 weeks Challenge’ I’ve been dreading Wednesday’s – and there’s only been one of them!  Why?  Because Wednesday is weigh-in day. 

And last night I was dreading today even more. Since Billy is currently suffering from another virus-induced fever, daycare today was not on the cards for him today. Which meant I was running perilously close to missing my ‘weigh-in’ opportunity.   And perhaps this is testament to dedicated I am to this challenge, I opted to use it rather than lose it – even though ‘using it’ meant a 5:30am RPM class.

I can’t tell you how much I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep when the alarm went off at 5am. Particularly as Billy decided to wake at 4:10am and have a good long chat to himself before going back to sleep. [I truly love hearing him cooing away, but I really do wish it was at a more sociable hour.]  But I’m committed to this challenge so I dragged my weary butt to the gym for an hour of what I think could be classed as torture in some countries. 

It was with dread that I quickly hopped on the scales at the end of the class. But I’m pleased to say that it was all worth it. For once the scales tipped in my favour showing a 1lb weight-loss. Yipppeee.  

I actually made it to the gym 5 times this week which is twice more than I’m aiming for.  I haven’t exactly been starving myself either, but eating a little healthier and cutting out the snacks (unless you count Kettle Corn at the farm on Saturday). As a result I feel so much better. Generally I’m sleeping better, finding it easier to get up in the morning and overall feel a little trimmer already.   Admittedly, a one pound weight-loss isn’t exactly taking me down a dress size just yet, but it’s a step in the right direction.  Here’s to the next 14 lbs. 

 

 

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