Click!

Back in London I was so scared to weigh myself  at home on the official scale on my official weigh day (Friday).  I did weigh in a couple of times when I was away.  But you know bathroom scales - if you lean a little to the left or a bit to the right; the scales fluctuate on hard floor never mind carpet!

I lost 4llbs.  Am I pleased, sure, but how did I manage to lose?  The first week I remained focused and on the button.  The second week, lost the plot, completely.  I can't just buy one bar of chocolate and enjoy it, oh no, I have to have a choice, drawer full, up to my knees in . . .  Of course once you've dipped into the slippery slope - you drown.  Amazing the outward journey, was controlled, prepared, thought about, planned and actually enjoyed.  The inward journey was the exact opposite.  Mind set: by process of elimination: didn't get to sample a Cornish Pasty.  The only shop open on the way back was a small private shop next door to Tesco's.  At that time of the day they were sold out, though displaying half price cakes.  Say no more, had to have a selection as per. 

Been home one week now and relieved to announce

"Right Back On It!"

This work thing, having to plan a packed lunch, sure gets you back into it.  I knew that the moment I got back, if I told myself, I'll start again on Monday, Tuesday whatever, it wouldn't happen.  So psyched myself up to the very next day.  Saved the leftover stuff from the journey for my son and got back on track.

Something triggers your brain, like a light switch clicking on, no one can tell you, it's got to come from within and now I'm hungry to be slim.

TTFN 

   

  

Blown It

Week One

The first week of my holiday was in strict diet mode.  From the build up and intensity of the last 6 months, the adrenalin was still running high and it stayed with me for a good 7 days.  I took Weetabix for breakfast so I didn't have the bother of weighing cereal.  Eating out places were carefully vetted for 'grilled' options.  I managed to say no to Cornish ice cream cornets with clotted cream topping.  Shared a cream tea, which was an idea suggested to me before I left London, though I didn't know that a friend was going to leave half a scone and I had to have that!  Maybe that was the beginning of week two?

Week Two

The second week of the holiday, went slowly down hill.  That dam left over scone may have started the decline.  Though on reflection it only takes a couple of slips, the wrong word, a little upset or in my case, my mobile phone crashed.  Big mistake to go shopping on the verge of a crisis.  Binge eating doesn't fix a crashed phone, nor does it fix any of  life's crises.

At the beginning of week 2, I continued diarising my food tracker. This is my blank tracker:    ready to fill out for the week. The reason it starts on a Friday, is because that's my weigh day and commences my Day 1 of the week. There's not much point pretending I didn't eat stuff and most importantly, it leaves an official poignant mark, seeing it written down.  In the past, I may take a week to recover.  When I was Weight Watching, (or rather when I lapsed during weight watching!) Weight Watchers UK I used to eat myself to chocolate and cake heaven/death, before returning for the next weeks weigh in and then attempt to start afresh.

Summary

If I can learn one thing from this trip . . .

Have and enjoy the binge.  It's been a long time since I eaten chocolate and biscuits and stuff.  Binging is eating out of control.  If I bought a packet of, for example, biscuits, I'd eat the whole packet. In a social situation, where you might find a plate of biscuits, it's much more manageable to eat one and be in control.

Eating out tonight at: Pan Asia.

Somebody Stop Me!

OMG - I over did.  Please let me remember this dam awful feeling in the top of my stomach.  Like having 3 Christmas dinners in one session.  Why do I do it?  I feel rotten, to the point of throwing up. It was one of those self service restaurants.  Chinese, Indian and Asian food.  Starters, Mains, Veggies, Desserts and everything in between.  You serve yourself from either the cooked dishes or choose a raw option and the chefs cook it while you wait.  So my eyes are bigger than my belly.  It's not enough to have one dish of each course - oh no - the pig I am, has to have at least 3 dishes of each course.  I'm not writing all that xxxx on my tracker!

I am never, ever, ever going to do that again.

There's a BQ lunch planned for tomorrow .  .  .

Heading back to London tomorrow evening.

Be back soon

TTFN

Dieting On Holiday?

It's so hard on ya hols to keep on it.  I'm staying with lovely friends in Plymouth in their beautiful home overlooking a 2.5 acre garden, observing rabbits and deer passing by.

Two blank food trackers were packed, along with:

• handbag sweeteners
• kitchen sweeteners
• breakfast cereal
• sprinkle sweet
• long life skimmed milk
• chewing gum (for the car journey)
• Ryvita
• Green Tea
• 
  

The hardest thing is creating a balance between, "I'm on holiday - blow it" and "All that hard work since January gone to rack and ruin."

I'm half way through the holiday. My birthday meal was at an Indian Restaurant: Nibana Indian Cuisine in Crownhill Plymouth. Modern, super clean, nice back ground music and attentive staff.  I had my usual Chicken Tandoori with boiled rice and a side salad. Yes I know, boiled rice, but  I really enjoyed it. Amazing how the same dish can vary so much in each restaurant.  If you're in the area it's worth considering.

Today I went to: Sam's in Cornwall in Fowey, a really good fish restaurant. I try not to have a starter and a dessert.  Decided on char-grilled sardines with their speciality salad of (the usual) mixed leaves, cherry tomatoes, roasted seeds, their home grown mung beans, cottage cheese and hard boiled egg.  It came with a 8" piece of French stick bread and a huge load of butter.  Ate only half the bread and the tiniest scrape of butter. Again, check it out.

When the weight loss gets to a crucial stage, like one more pound and you've lost 3 stone, every mouthful counts!

The plan has been, when we go out for one meal, the other meal has to be light.  It's working so far - we'll see how it goes.  I never get complacent, because in every thin person, (I'm by no means thin!) there's a fat person waiting to get out!

Tomorrow we are going to visit: Trago Mills and  Endsleigh Garden & Leisure Centre.

I'll report back tomorrow  .   .   .