Wait I want to lose weight
It’s happened, I have finally managed to lose weight without losing my mind! I know you thought I would lose my mind first and it’s been a close thing, but mind over weight has delivered (round of applause – thank you, dear readers, I appreciate it).
Last July I decided to take myself in hand – not easy when you’re size 18 and have a tiny hand span. Not even a foot would have fitted yet alone my buttock. Mind you I couldn’t see my feet to put it in my (oh never mind, enough of that!).
Looking in the mirror, I saw a bloated pregnant woman staring back which made me very uncomfortable.To keep the record straight, I have not been with child since the year 2000. However, my stomach has never recovered from my three pregnancies. Nor my mind come to that.
My clothes were about as stretched as they could be – and some the elastic had bust due to overextension. I refused to buy any more and at the encouragement of my neighbour went to see the doctor as I knew I couldn’t lose weight on my own. My head needed a good talking to as I wouldn’t listen to myself. Packets of peanut m&m’s took pride of place in my ‘got to have’ diet along with fruit and nut chocolate. Mmmm chocolate. Yes, I admit my addition.
Mind over weight
Facing prediabetes and other health issues the doctor agreed to sign me up to a slimming group. Being a stubborn old biddy I didn’t want anything to do with counting calories, or weighing as it is too much of a faff and life is for living and all that stuff. Oh, and I am naff cook too. My motto being if it moves shoot it and if it is dead cook it and give it an exotic name to conceal what it is. So if you ask for a menu idea, you do so at your own risk!
The doctor decided it wasn’t my mind that needed to diet as it spews out all sorts of rubbish about anything and everything, and kept it somewhat fit. My self-image and cholesterol, however, was another matter.
To keep up the impetus of beginning a new healthier lifestyle, I went to my first group meeting within a week of getting the go-ahead from my doctor. And I haven’t looked back since. Proper cooking confused my husband and adult children, and they decided I must be going through a mid-life crisis or at the very least suffering from early onset madness.
Fighting the flab
Over the following months, fat began to take flight, and my family realised this new version of mum could stay without being admitted to St Anne’s. The fly swat now has a different job, that of swiping any hands that go near my hifi bars and curly wurlys. I have become a passionate bear, growling at anyone that mentions or eats chocolate in front of me. My back up plan if this does not work is to stand child or hubby out in the cold holding a banana till either one freezes – I don’t mind which does first.
Gaining the goal
Seven months later and now a size 12 I can without a shadow of a doubt say that Slimming World works. I have lost my three stone and hit my target weight without losing my mind.
Two months ago though I might have decided otherwise. Those weeks when I lost a ½ pound or gained a bit only to end up at the same weight frustrated me no end. I didn’t want to go to the group. I wrote everything down, yes even the tiniest syn, ate lettuce and cabbage. Cleared out my intestines and passed wind like no tomorrow. I gave up rice and pasta and stuck to baked potatoes. Why? Because I found out that rice held the water in the system and bloated my stomach, and pasta just annoyed me with its different shapes and sizes. I wanted to be a small Maccheroni, not a Conchiglie or Lumache. No I didn’t say lummock thank you very much – cor readers these days you just cant get the staff!
And then it happened today, to my great surprise, the words you’ve lost three stone. I had intended on saying farewell to my friends and fellow weight losers – yes I was that close. The crime really would have been not saying anything and just leaving, and I owed my consultant more than that. In fact, I owed all of the group members more than that with their encouragement and banter. Never underestimate the support of the group. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
So here I am intact, slimmer, trimmer and the best weight I have been since April 1993 before I became pregnant with my eldest.
What can I boast about?
In hindsight doing Slimming World has been the best decision I have made. It has encouraged me to:
Fight with the rabbit for food (hang on we don’t have a rabbit!)
Learn what a saucepan is.
Spray fry the cat when she is clawing the sofa.
Use every dish in the cupboard and leave them for my husband to wash up!
On the minus side Slimming World has helped me:
Throw away my size 18 clothes.
Lose three stone.
Become a loser.
Make friends with other losers.
If I were a drinker, I would say raise your glasses to the new bunny of the pack. And then tell the Michelin Man to buzz off as I don’t need tyres any longer.
Slimming World has definitely help me lose weight without losing my mind. And the journey is only beginning. Now I have to keep on target and that is a whole new ball game.
My success is your success as we are in this together. Thank you all for your support.
Keep trying, keep laughing, and keep sane.