Bah humbug!
My clothes were starting to feel a little bit tight all
over. Lie. My clothes have been a bit tight all over for a while now. Do I buy bigger clothes or try to lose
weight? I hate clothes shopping. Ugh. Last February I made an effort to eat
less, move more, blah, blah, blah. I
hardly had any alcohol and I started going for a walk around the block (1.1kms)
after tea some nights. It made no
difference as I discovered when I gave blood at the end of the month. In fact I’d put on a couple of kilos.
This month I thought I’d make a concerted effort. How my
clothes fit could be considered subjective, so I added scales to the experiment
for an objective assessment.
6 am, 01 February 2017 = 76.9 kg.
01 – 28 Feb = no wine, no soft drink, no chocolate, not
one tiny bit, zip, zilch, nothing. I could have partaken in febfast and raised
a motza for disadvantaged young people
aged 12-25 across the country. But (never start a sentence with but) I wasn't doing this to raise money, I wasn't doing this for any one else. I was just doing this for me.
It wasn’t easy
at first, but like giving up smoking, I had to do it cold turkey. Instead of
snacking on crap most nights in front of the telly, if I did have to snack, it
was usually plain yoghurt. I’ve never enjoyed yoghurt, but plain had half the sugar
of flavoured. I had the whole tub to
myself because no one else in the house like plain yoghurt. My guilty
snack was Arnott’s Barbecue shapes. Original recipe of course. Any other time, I’m doing well if I can make
the box last 2 nights. This box has lasted
a whole month! Unbelievable, but true.
EVERY night
except Friday (and some of them were included) I either went for a walk of 2
laps around the block (2.2km) or around the streets for more (4+ km according
to the phone app), or a few laps in the backyard pool followed by treading
water for 20 minutes, or Lisa Curry’s key workout moves from a recent New Idea, only to discover the
next day muscles I didn’t know I had, or a sweat filled 30 minutes on a walking
machine. If my tall 17 yo son came with me
for the first lap around the block, then it became a cardio work out as well.
His legs are so much longer than mine and he struggles to walk as slowly as me
and my short legs. I believe these activities come under the category of eh eh eh exercise.
Anyone who knows
me knows I struggle to say the ‘E’ word and the mere thought of it would make
want to wash my mouth out with wine and chocolate.
It wasn’t easy,
I wanted to cheat, I wanted to give up. I didn’t.
I approached the
scales with caution this morning.
6 am, 01 March 2017 = 76.6 kg
300 grams difference. Not 3000 grams or 3 kgs. Three
hundred grams. WTF? It was suggested
that with the ‘E’ effort I had been putting in, maybe the weight was just
redistributed. Sadly, no. My clothes are still just as tight and everything
else is still just as saggy.
Was I expecting miracles? Was I expecting to be trim,
taught and terrific? Was I expecting a flat tummy? No, no and no. Was I hoping
to lose 2.5 – 3 kgs and generally feel a bit better within myself? Yes.
Bah humbug!
This afternoon I had a dark chocolate Baci and tonight I am having a glass of
white wine AND I’m going to finish
the box of Barbecue Shapes.
Cheers.
