drat drat and double drat, back up to 11st 11lb

After an interesting week with the kids at home, birthday celebrations, and two nights out, the diet has died a death.

This is certainly not a surrender, its just a mixture of annoyance and a bit of frustration that things are not moving as they should be.

I am really going to start to try hard again next week, fingers crossed, other wise I may have to result to a crash diet out of desperation. Then good help anyone who is around me if I am eating just cabbage leaves.

Next week is going to be a challenge

I am on leave for a week and have the kids on holidays, so I have great fear in my heart that it is likely to be a bad week, a very very bad dieting week, I am doomed, doomed I tell you!

Firstly being off work, I have the attention span of a flea, and get very bored very quickly. In particular I get bored when in the house with nothing to keep me busy. Luckily working in the evenings generally keeps me away from the fridge the majority of the time. However this week I have 6 long evenings with no work ( one visit to Pizza Express and one visit to the local thai for my birthday booked in). So that's 2 evenings of pigging out full on, and 4 evening of boredom picking at anything that stays still, looks edible and is not mouldy.

Then we have the kids on holiday, I am sure we will be very active, but sadly there are also just too many pitfalls. Country park visits, and their evil cakes calling to me, don't even get me started on the bacon sarnies. After a long drive to get to a country park there is nothing like a cup of tea and a sarnie to give me the energy to face the kids. Cinema visits with their fizzy drinks, sweets and popcorn temptations. Trips to the local café to get out the house when I am at risk of throttling the kids. Then we have the kids friends coming over, they entertain my kids, so I get bored and guess what I eat. Finally we have the play park and the ice creams, ummm toffee crumbles my favourite.

Next weekend I am likely to be back up to 12 and a half stone!

I think I need less celebrations in my life

I clearly am never happy, if I am miserable I comfort eat, if I am happy I celebrate eat.

Last week I was sucking at the diet thing due to feeling sorry for myself. This week I have got a job ( in fact more hours than I can handle) doing something I love, its my birthday on Tuesday, and I am off work until next Sunday.

With all this happiness going around do I hit the diet thing big time?, nope its after 10:30pm and I have just had a second tea, the first one was healthy (ish), the second was a huge rump steak with onions. Now that's my idea of celebrating. In fact I went the whole hog, after nearly a wine free month, I have given into the demon drink, and partaken of a glass or two.

Anyway I am staying static at about 11st 10lb, so at least I am not heading back up, but the clock is now ticking till my holiday, come of next target.

Its like they are out to get me.

THEY ARE OUT TO GET ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

So Aidan, the girls and their dad have decided that they are master bakers. Obviously its great to see them all enjoying an activities together, really lovely. However why baking, why why why!

This week its been a lemon drizzle cake from Aidan, a almond and raspberry cake from Alex and jam tarts from Cat. I am a bit of a cake addict at the best of times, but fresh out of the oven cakes, who in their right mind could resist.

Luckily the lemon drizzle cake didn't work out to well, thank goodness, they managed to blow up my electric mixer, and to produce a very dodgy cake. I will sacrifice the mixer, a fair exchange for a cake that I can't be tempted by.

However the almond cake and the jam tarts were lush, so I have fallen and eaten way to much. I will have to strongly encourage them to take up a different calorie free hobby from next week.

I wish I had some will power, sadly I don't!

Not too bad, now at 11st 10lb

Now this is definitely progress in the right direction, despite my not being perfect at the dieting thing right now.

I think the big difference is just thinking before I eat, that step to stop and think about if and what I eat, rather than just stuffing it in makes a big difference.

Come on 10lb to go till the next goal is met, We are on holiday in May, so I hope in about 12 weeks to have shifted that 10 lb, fingers crossed.

Then I can put it all back on during the holiday, but oh well, holidays are for enjoying.

I am not perfect, its ok to slip....

So my huge stumbling block has always been that feeling of only being on a diet ( and it being worth continuing) if I was doing absolutely perfectly.

After a bad day or a pig out its much easier for me to just give up, instead opting for the try it another time option. Obviously with the "diet another time option" the same thing just happens again and again.

The new mantra is to accept less then perfect, I have days when I do great and I have days when I am the most rubbish excuse for a dieter. However the only way to make progress is just to keep slogging away, slog away I will....

BMI stuff - new goal of 11st

It may seem a bit ambitious, but what the heck. A BMI under 25 is considered to be a healthy weight, I would really like to get out of the overweight category, I would really really really like that.

So I have worked out that at 11st I would be able to just slip in under that line into the healthy weight range.

http://www.nhs.uk/Tools/Pages/Healthyweightcalculator.aspx

http://www.bbc.co.uk/health/treatments/healthy_living/your_weight/whatis_bmi.shtml

My official new goal is now 11 stones!

Its the toddlers, they made me do it

Ok to be fair, it was not really the toddlers, and they did not make me do it. However I do run a toddler group, and I brought biscuits for our weekly supplies. Is it my fault that some of these biscuits never quiet made it to the toddlers and their mummy and daddies.

I feel I have to defend myself here at least a little, today I took my kids and a friend to school, run a toddler group for 3 hours, completed an hour long redundancy interview, cleaned house, dealt with a screaming monster baby, took/ picked up kids from too many clubs to remember and did nearly 2 hours of work.

Surely a day from hell should justify a handful of biscuits, I find that carrots, celery, or cucumber does not quite hit that comfort button.