Fat Club Result

It is Saturday morning and I went off to Fat Club like I do every week and cautiously stood on those scales….

So I am now into day 3 of Dukan and it does work I have to say as I stepped on and lost 2 pounds!! Great news!

I’m really happy with myself. I have stayed focused and managed to lose weight. And the key is to stay in this mindset and on the same track.

I had one of those situations last night that normally I would falter at and pretty much fail at – the Friday night pub trip. I had decided that I’m not going to drink any alcohol and that’s it. Not even one little G&T that I am normally gasping for on a Friday night. Now trying to explain to my friend that I wasn’t drinking, turned into me telling a slight little white liar… “I’m on antibiotics” just slipped out of my mouth. Then people asked and I just had I had a virus thing the weekend before and just finishing off the course. Why?! Because I didn’t want people looking at me thinking that I had become one if those people….

Keeping these happy thoughts in my mind, I’m spending the weekend doing not an awful lot but going to go and get my backside to the gym tomorrow morning. I would like to be polishing my halo at the WI next weekend.

Fingers crossed!!

Fat Club Result

I haven’t mentioned to yet but I go to Fat Cub aka Weight Watchers. Now, I’ve not had the greatest of weeks due to my little sister tootling off to South East Asia for the next five months so there has been a number of outings to say goodbye and all that = not on plan….

Well, I put on half a pound.

I just wanted to punch myself in the face, cry a little bit and also just wait for someone to scream out ‘WHY ARE YOU SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT?’

I also had quite an in depth conversation with my friend this morning over coffee before Fat Club and he just kept saying that if I gave up the booze then I wouldn’t overeat. I didn’t want to tell him that he was right. Every time I drink, everything I know I SHOULD do goes right out of the window and I feel that I’m invincible to food and nothing will have any effect. So the drinking needs to go out of the window and welcome to my world as a sober individual until I can get my weight under control.

Does losing weight have to mean you become one of the most boring people on the planet?

Quite good news is that one of those hot yoga places is opening up across the road from my flat in the next month, bring on sweating the fat out of me whilst I attempt to balance in different positions. The things we do eh?!