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Skin in the Game

Diet update, Freeform thoughts, In the here & now,

feeling good

I’m enjoying something of an easy ride at the moment – truth be told I feel almost guilty that I’m not providing you with more drama, like my diet blog won’t properly earn it’s stripes unless it’s chock-a-block with tales of struggles and overcoming adversity. All I’ve managed to do so far is to demonstrate that the asshole is…well, an asshole who spends his days just being annoying rather than effective. Which must be twisting his melon BIG TIME because I’ve been such a pushover in the past.

This sweet spot that I’ve landed in is providing me with a protective shell against the worst of him – that, and the company of our posse, obviously. Don’t get me wrong, he hasn’t gone away…he had a bit of a chew at me yesterday in fact. To cut a long story short I had a really early start and I’d taken breakfast with me (low carb muffins, see my foodie page) – the first opportunity to eat didn’t present itself until I was settled on the short flight over to Ireland (which I made with 7 minutes to spare due to heavy traffic, talk about squeaky bum time!) and as I thought about reaching into my bag to get one out,  I was acutely aware of him chuntering on in my ear about how everyone on the flight would look at me with contempt and think ‘trust the fat girl to bring a picnic for a 30 minute flight hahahaha‘ – his words did sting a bit and I decided not to eat. So he still has the ability to make me second-guess myself, but no real teeth to throw me off track, for now.

I’m fascinated as to the reason why – what is it that’s making this feel like a walk in the park? I’ve become gradually more aware over the last couple of weeks in particular that I’m nurturing a deep down core belief that this will be one of the times in my life where I’ve really managed to get a hold of myself and I’m going to complete the long march from fat to skinny, that’s how secure I feel right now. I’m scared to turn over too many stones in my desire to understand what makes this time different, in case it vanishes like a fart in the breeze – sharing my thoughts with the posse on a daily basis is definitely helping, and I suspect that having almost six weeks’ worth of skin in the game is also a factor.

In the first flush of resolve with a new diet it’s easy for him to justify a slip-up as a false start, and persuade me to get on board with his twisted thinking but the fact that I’ve managed not to let his barrage of chatter un-nerve me is turning down the volume of his voice ever so slightly. I wouldn’t say he’s on the ropes but he’s definitely spending more time in his corner.

One piece of exciting news that I have to share is that Crabby McSlacker from Cranky Fitness invited me to submit a guest blog to her website – I cannot begin to tell you how much I’ve chuckled at the prospect of me writing an article for a fitness website. I mean you almost have to have an epi-pen on standby whenever I so much as think about exercise! I’ll post a link when it goes live, in case you’d like to check it out.

So all in all a great week – I’m just going to keep on keeping on…as always, I appreciate your company, it’s helping more than you know. I hope things are going equally well for you guys 🙂

 

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Sunday Celebrations

Freeform thoughts, In the here & now,

balloonsI know that technically, the one month anniversary of Break Out the Skinny Girl isn’t until Tuesday, but today feels more like the right day to celebrate because my blog was born four weekends ago on a rainy day just like this one. And lets be honest, who ever has a party on a Tuesday. So, today’s the day – one whole month in and already I can’t remember what it was like not to log on every day and check in with you all.  We’re still a very small posse but small is beautiful, right?  Forgive me being indelicate but that’s the reason I’m here anyway 🙂

Shall I share some interesting facts? Do feel free to snooze through this paragraph if you’re not quite as fascinated by these facts as I am, to me they are the most beautiful facts in the world but lets not forget that this is a complete labour of love for me, and I’m incredibly honoured that people who don’t know me are taking time out of their busy lives to check out my blog.

I usually write from the kitchen of my little cottage in a small town in Yorkshire, England, mostly in pyjamas with the dog at my feet. It’s an awesome feeling to know that once I launch those words into cyberspace, people are reading them from thousands of miles away…we now have a small but perfectly formed posse of regular readers across the USA as well as here in the UK, Canada, Australia and New Zealand, Slovenia and Ireland. I make it sound very grand – look at me, I’ve gone global! But if you’re one of them, MWAH, please accept that big sloppy virtual kiss on the chops, and thank you, you make me smile every single day.

I’m about as far from grand as it’s possible to be (although let’s imagine that someone was stupid enough to make luminous yellow pants in XXXXL, and I was brave enough to wear them I suspect you’d be able to see my arse from the international space station – that’s pretty grand) but I don’t think I’ll ever tire of clicking on the little pins on the analytics map which tells me where my visitors live.

Don’t freak out, I mean I’m not going to turn up at your house or anything, it’s not that accurate, but I get the biggest buzz ever when I see a new location pop up, or when I watch that line on the graph of visitor numbers curling slowly upwards. In the scheme of things, and in the context of the world wide web, it’s tiny – we are still only talking about a few hundred people – but to me, it’s huge. I have a voice.

I’m finding it really hard to put into words how much oomph your feedback and words of encouragement have given me over the last month – those of you who have followed my posts from the beginning (ish) will already know that I don’t go near the scales if I can help it, but despite the best efforts of the asshole, I haven’t come anywhere near to the danger zone, so I’m on track and enjoying the journey – your company is helping me big time. 

So thank you – if you love the blog, share the hell out of it, tell your friends, and get them to tell their friends…the bigger the posse, the faster my asshole will retreat. Eww, *screws face up* I didn’t quite mean that the way it sounded. But then you knew that 🙂

 

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