Daily Archives: January 24, 2016

Sometimes, It Just Needs To Marinate

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It’s been a really great weekend so far. I think I mentioned that in an attempt to make amends for getting in my head last weekend by reporting zero pounds shifted, the bitch in the bathroom tried to tell me that I’d lost four pounds by the mid-week point. I took it with a pinch of salt of course, but you can’t stop your heart from hoping it’s true. Since Sunday is my official weigh-in day I stepped on this morning with fingers crossed, and happy days, they’ve definitely gone for good. Plus another two as well 🙂

I suspect what actually happened is that I lost some of them the week before, and the rest this week, but for whatever reason last Sunday the bitch decided to test me. And I told you didn’t I, that it had an almost-but-not-quite catastrophic effect. It just goes to show that if I’d gone with instinct over wisdom, I could have been seven days into a reactionary binge right now, and seven pounds or more up, with that black dog of guilt and self-loathing pervading everything.

I’m elated, obviously. But it drives home two really important points for me. Firstly, how fragile all this is. I think I’ve got it, you know…I’ve got two feet planted in the sweet spot, I’m bang on course and feeling great and then WHAM, bad news from the scale almost tips me into a bloody big sink hole which opened up right next to me. And, I came this close to falling in.

The second point is this; if I choose to be strong, I’ve got it in me to be strong. I can do it. I’m the one making those choices after all. And something Sean chipped in with on last Sunday’s post, where he encouraged me to have a confident patience has been buzzing around my head this week. I took it at face value, and appreciated the input but it’s one of those gems which needed to marinate for a bit before I really got to grips with it. And it’s landed.

I think what he was saying, was know, inside, that it’s coming, and it will. I’d eaten within points, I’d been active and the balance of fuel into my body versus the energy expended by my body was the right way around. There was no logical reason why the scale should show a big fat zero, therefore I needed to just chill out about it, refuse to get my knickers in a twist and trust that sooner or later those minxy little pounds would get the message. You’re not welcome here any more, your bags are packed and I’ve changed the locks, now take a hike. And they did.

I got through last week by flexing my stubborn muscle again, you know? It felt like a personal challenge and that’s what pushed me through it. Now I’m on the other side looking back, I feel like I’m better armed to deal with it next time. Terra firma you know? No more sinkholes on this road.

It’s all part of the adventure, right? Onwards and downwards 🙂

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