My Skinny Talisman

I set off for the office yesterday morning with a bit of added spring in my step, it being my last full day in work and all…don’t you just love that feeling when you’re winding down for holidays? I have a few bits to finish off today, before my out of office gets whacked on at lunchtime and I head off to get my spray tan and my holiday toes. Not even the thought of those paper knickers can dampen my mood, I’m too giddy for words 🙂

Yesterday was the ultimate test of my pre-holiday willpower, and as I took my place around the table at work for our full day meeting I did a quick recce to see whether the usual nibbles had been provided…who am I kidding, of course they bloody had. There was a box of flapjacks to my right, a box of marshmallow teacakes to my left, several bowls containing wrapped sweets dotted around, and in the middle of the table was a massive bowl of green bananas.

Flapjacks are my favourite. So are marshmallow teacakes, as it happens. Green bananas are not. They make my teeth squeak and my toes curl, and unless they can be dipped in hot frothy coffee (yes, I know, I’m weird) they’re to be avoided at all costs.

I’m puffing my chest out with pride as I tell you I didn’t put so much as a toe out of line. Well, in the spirit of full disclosure I did risk squeaky teeth by having a crack at a green banana, but as for the rest…not a single naughty morsel passed my lips. I wasn’t bothered, not one little bit.

Now, I’d love to tell you that this masterclass in restraint set off some kind of skinny chain-reaction, but according to God of Pain’s scale this morning I’m a pound up. On Wednesday night the same scale said I was two pounds down. His scale is clearly as barking mad as the Shitbird in my bathroom, however due to the Asshole voice’s continued hiatus I shrugged it off as some kind of normal body fluctuation and it hasn’t even come close to putting a crimp in my mood.

So, the challenge now is keeping it going, right? I am forty seven days food sober and tomorrow I am flying out to meet our ship in a land far far away, where chefs will be lying in wait around every corner with the intention of feeding me. Let’s be honest, it does have the potential for disaster written all over it. I’ve been really excited about the trip whilst harbouring a degree of trepidation about how I’m going to deal with the barrage of food opportunities. ‘Just saying no’ isn’t always that easy for a food addict.

That said, my recent steadfast occupation of the sweet spot has made me feel a lot more relaxed about the whole thing, and I’m also taking a secret weapon in my suitcase. God of Pain introduced a three month clean eating challenge back in the New Year, and various milestones of food sobriety have been rewarded with a magnetic disk. Bronze seven, fourteen and twenty eight days for month one, the same in silver for month two and gold in month three. I’m currently on silver fourteen and I’m due for my upgrade to silver twenty eight in nine days’ time…the day I get back from holiday.

If I fall off the wagon, I have to give up this hard-won badge of honour and start all over again. Over my dead body, right? So it’s coming on holiday with me. My silver fourteen will be liberated from its spot on my cooker hood and will be carried with me right throughout my holiday so it can act as my skinny talisman and help me keep my eye on the prize.

That, along with the thought of having to post a picture in here of my conversation with the Shitbird Scale when I get home, might just help me to get the balance right between eating well, and diving headlong into a week of culinary hedonism. Watch this space… 🙂

I may get chance to post a few pictures on Facebook over the next week or so, wi-fi permitting and I’ll be back a week on Sunday. Lots of love to all in the meantime and I’ll see you on the other side!

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16 thoughts on “My Skinny Talisman

  1. p.s. GREEN BANANAS just lying on a plate? I don’t get it… slices of cooking banana? You peel an unripe Chiquita & dunk it in frothy coffee – wha?

  2. Hahahaha, yeah you get to go on awesome vacations. The French also seem to have a sane lifestyle in this regard. Take it from us, in the U.S. model even a good job might confer 80 hrs of time off per 52 weeks of full-time employment. People get to the odd toenail appointment or their kids’ school event, by using a few hours of Sick Leave; also for a 3-day week-end, wink wink, calling it a mental health day.

    Puritan roots, must be.

    Have a ball, & scope out the changing fashions in swim suits, You are only about one vacation away from swimsuit shopping!

    1. Oh my lord you’re kidding, 80 hours? 😮 Here we get 5 paid weeks as standard plus 8 additional holiday days, and on top of that I sacrifice a week’s salary to buy an extra week because all that isn’t enough to fit in all the places I want to go! 😜

      1. I leave for England March 15th. Exciting news, my son and his new wife are going too! He just decided a few weeks ago. He’s on a different flight outbound but on my plane coming back. He hasn’t been home in 30 years so it will be fun to see what he remembers.

        Looking forward to hearing all about your adventures on the cruise 🙂

  3. Go with some kind of food plan, know what you can eat, try to get purposeful movement in daily. The goal being not to gain any weight or at least not more than 2 pounds. For the first time EVER I went on a trip out of town last fall and managed not to gain any weight while gone!! That is a big victory for me if I can do it so can you!

    We will be waiting to hear all about your trip when you get home. Take care, have fun but stay food sober. Blessings to you!

    1. I figure if I can lose a pound in Las Vegas like I did over my birthday weekend I can stick to my plan on this trip Susan! Thanks 🙂

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