And I’m back on the losing bandwagon. Man alive, I’m up and down like a bloody yo-yo! But then that’s what happens on this wonderful thing call the weight loss adventure.
I’ve just returned from a long weekend sailing with my grandparents and I bet you’re all thinking ‘Amazing! You got to be active all weekend so you can’t have screwed it up that badly’ Did you know that after a 5 hour sail, you can easily sit down to a three course dinner and then a number of bottles of wine because you feel you “deserve it”?!? That’s exactly what happened! But I think the balance of being active and eating quite a lot hasn’t been that and I’ve managed to pull it back a little bit.
One thing that happened over the weekend is that I saw my Uncle, who is a very nice bloke but does think he is ALWAYS right. And after a visit to the doctors, they informed him that he needed to lose some serious weight as his weight could lead to heart problems and could mean that he wasn’t allowed to fly planes (he’s a pilot for the RAF) so he got his act together. He’s lost 32 lbs in the past 6 weeks. It’s incredible but it’s also made him very self-righteous.
Now, all weekend, I wanted to put him back in his box but I don’t think he realises how hard it is for me sometimes not to put food into my mouth as my automatic emotional crutch. Sometimes I think boys brains are simply wired completely differently to ours!
I am back and focused on getting there with the weight loss goal. I have a total of 10 days until I’m off to a local festival near me for a week and I want to lose and feel differently before I go.