A Stroke Of Genius

So much for my plans to slip into one of those vibrant kaftans and glide around like some exotic creature from a bygone era…cavernous as they are, they don’t bloody fit me! The trying on session didn’t go well from the start if I’m honest…in my head, I’d hoped I might totally rock the Nana Mouskouri look but the reality was nearer to Demis Roussos – and if you don’t know who either of those people are you’re far too young to be in my blog, get out immediately!

Despite the acres of funky fabric there’s a sneaky little side seam in a kaftan which makes the fabric cling to your torso whilst lots of folds of fabric float around the sides. I shit you not, I looked like a sausage roll in a frock. So I shall launder them and put them in the skinny drawer to join the holding pattern of stuff that will fit me ‘soon’.

I did a really tough double session at the Kingdom of Pain last night, I was half dead by the time I got home. Let me tell you though, I’ve taken a few things on board from our friend who wrote the latest guest post and despite my screaming muscles, this morning I’ve decided to embrace the soreness as a signal that last night I worked. Today, every time I move and my abs or my quads or my arse cheeks twinge with a sharp reminder at how hard I worked, I shall have a little moment of celebration, you know? I will visualise every twinge pushing me one step closer to Skinny Town, because actually that’s exactly what’s happening.

I am seventeen days into my renewed resolve, and I couldn’t be happier with how my food plan is going. I managed 11 days’ worth of willpower leading up to Christmas before I fell off the waggon, but I’ve gone beyond that milestone now, and even my binge on the first of the year can’t really blot my copybook. I’ve found the sweet spot again and I can’t begin to tell you how great that feels.

I love waking up in the mornings feeling skinny. Not feeling guilty because I fell at the last hurdle and sank half a packet of Jaffa Cakes and a Daim bar with my suppertime cuppa. I love not waking up with indigestion because my body’s been fighting to process whatever crap I pushed into my face right before bed. Not carrying a heavy heart filled to the brim with guilt and disappointment because I let the asshole voice take the wheel…all of a sudden by focusing on what’s going well, I’m in control again.

Despite a working dinner a couple of days ago, where the menu was awesome and the desserts were to die for, I behaved. I even behaved with a smile on my face, because no asshole voice muscled in on the deal and tried to persuade me otherwise. Some of the people I was with ate dessert, but I didn’t and I didn’t care. It looked all kinds of awesome but I wasn’t interested, because I’m on it.

I’m trying my best not to feel cocky…pride comes before a fall and all that. But I’m in a good place, and I can feel you all cheering me on. On Sunday I saw a steady stream of folk checking out the Shitbird Says page even though I don’t publish as such on the weekend. Nothing to see here except my conversation with the scale. You remember, and I’m incredibly lucky that you care enough to make sure I’m bringing it home. Under your watchful gaze I feel compelled to try my absolute hardest.

It’s a stroke of genius, if you think about it 🙂


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8 thoughts on “A Stroke Of Genius

  1. I remember reading something in a book by a constant dieter that was something along the lines of “we all know the rules of dieting, stick to the rules and lose weight, break them and you put weight on and we all accept that as hard but fair. However what the rules don’t allow for is the times we stay strong in the face of temptation and don’t take a biscuit or a doughnut or whatever it is we desperately want at that moment. Surely, her argument was, we deserve a reward for resisting temptation and in all fairness that reward should be to magically lose an extra bit of weight.”

    I thought of that reading your post and even more so when I read the one about the big girl tantrum because you didn’t buy reduced priced xmas goodies.

    I’m glad you are back on track, long may it continue.


  2. So glad you refound your sweet spot. Good job on getting those workouts in! I think your to young to be wearing a kaftan any way plus when I see people wearing those I wonder what there hiding or trying to hide. Those of us on this journey need to wear clothes that have zippers and buttons on the regular it helps keep us accountable and we know when are clothes are truly starting to get tight and not fit properly.

    Any way good job on all your progress. You ARE doing this and you are inspiring all of us!

  3. Dee, that’s awesome!!! I will confess, I am not familiar with either Demis Roussos or Nana Mouskouri. But since I really don’t want you to kick me off your posse, I checked them out. I think you should make “Goodbye My Love” your new weigh in day song. I mean, wouldn’t that be just awesome?!? Yes, pounds are gone. “Goodby my love, Goodbye.”

    That said, it is an amazing feeling to be BACK on it. Seriously, I feel relieved that my aches and pains are at a minimum, that I can give 100% again. I have seen zero movement on the scale since the first week, but I know my nutrition has been spot on and I’m killing it at the gym. So, eh. Whatever. I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror last night (at the gym, it’s hard to avoid), and I was like, “Yes, I see the results.”

    Celebrating your accomplishments is an awesome way to change perspective about the process.

    Keep up the good work!

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