When I wrote this piece about my SAD a few weeks back, at the same time I also wrote a “Wish list” and one of the things on it was to lose weight.
The list looked a bit like this:
In fact, it looked exactly like that as that’s the actual list.
The main thing I’ve done so far is to increase my step count – by walking from Charing Cross Station to my office every morning and back again every evening – a round trip of approximately 4km. If I also walk at either end of my commute (to and from the station at home) which we do most days, that’s been taking me up to about 7/8km.
Do you know that doesn’t even burn 500 calories?
So I have started walking in my lunch break too. Presumably that burns approximately 2 extra calories. Whoop and indeed De Doo.
Still it’s 500 calories I wouldn’t have burned off otherwise. Also, it’s very good for setting you up for the day – it’s not a bad walk, through Covent Garden and along Lincolns Inn Fields. That’s the way I have to look at it OR I WILL GO MAD!
I have been busy looking at calories too but have finally had to admit that this approach is not working. I know calories can be misleading, you need to look at fat and sugar content too but there’s not always time for that… (excuse no1).
We have eaten out a lot recently – since April we have had many birthdays, anniversaries, baby showers etc. I just get 2 good days under my belt (MrS is ace at cooking lovely low fat food) and all the good work is undone (excuse no2).
Last week I looked at WeightWatchers classes in the area of my office. I nearly deployed excuse no3 here – none of the timings were quite right for me, the meeting wasn’t close enough, blah blah blah.
I’ve done WeightWatchers twice before. My most successful time was the first time and I kept it off for about 3 years. I’ve discussed this on my blog before – I lost weight when my first husband told me I was getting fat. I knew I was, so I took control and lost the weight. The second time was during the period in my second marriage where we were happily settled. I wasn’t so successful that time; I played at it for ages, losing half a stone and putting it back on again, flirting with Slimming World (I hated it). I only lost the weight when my second marriage eventually broke down – ironically in the main due to my husband’s obsession with diet and exercise driving us apart. But I wouldn't recommend the Gin and Mini-Eggs Replacement Diet. Not even joking.
Once again I find myself faffing and not getting a grip. It’s true that my bad SAD start to the year has not helped but I can’t use that excuse forever. The excuses I give myself are not unusual - "I've had a bad day" or "One cake won't hurt" while failing to acknowledge that it's never just one cake, or one chocolate or one cocktail. Inspirational quotes tell you "Life is too short... eat the cake!" but actually, if you live by that motto of excess every day, ultimately your life WILL be too short.
And, being honest, with no excuses, it's making me unhappy. I tried to get into a pair of white jeans yesterday from last summer and I could do them up, but I couldn't breath in them. Which is kind of necessary. I don't so much have a muffin top as a Victoria Sandwich top.
We are going to Italy in September and I’m determined not to feel like a fat pudding next to those glamourous Italian women. Also, more immediately my brother and sister in law are coming over in June and I hope to at least have lost half a stone by then and make an attempt to fit in last year’s summer clothes.
So I joined up. Starting right now. Today. No more excuses.
I've set myself a target of half a stone off by June, and then the remaining stone by September.