i jumped on the scales at work this morning. actually, let me rewind a bit…..
on new years day i started a plan. i really don’t like the word diet because “diets” don’t work – for me. also “new years resolutions” (or revolutions cos they just keep cycling round and around, same each year!) don’t work – for me, so this year it was a plan. no alcohol till my brother’s wedding at the end of march (yep, you read right MARCH) and healthy eating and eventually an exercise habit too to go along with the no drinking.
yesterday i made it to 22 days without alcohol and 22 days of healthy eating. they say it takes 20 days to form a habit, to break an old one and start anew. so actually, yesterday i jumped on the scales….
up until the moment the little, digital flashing numbers stopped still to declare the result, i was feeling okay. i have never really been one to fuss about weight – i’m me, like or lump it really! until those ridiculous numbers stopped flashing…
it was late in the afternoon. wrong time to weigh yourself. the numbers were wrong…. surely? they were wrong enough for me to take stock, for me to start being a bit harder on myself, cos no one else will. i have a strong family history of diabetes and all wonderous sorts of illness that NOW i need to prevent by being a bit serious about my weight. i resolved to weigh in every friday morning from now until i reach my favourite weight, a whole 27.9 kg away. this morning, at a much more appropriate time, i jumped on those damn scales again…. excellent job, thats .3 of a kg taken care of just by sleeping!
i would like at this juncture, to make a point of saying that my favourite weight is, in fact, the perfect weight for my body size etc, it’s smack bang in the middle of my healthy weight range which according to weight watchers is somewhere between 61 and 76kg (or 135 – 169 pounds). most people who know me would say that if i lost 27.9 kg, there would be nothing left – well to those people – no one healthy weighs 99.9 kg OKAY?!!????
so, 23 days in. healthy breakfast everyday including brekky at our favourite cafe on sunday morning, salads and a tin of tuna or some other “easy” protein for lunch and a yummy dinner every night im feeling on my way. next stop an exercise routine that i will stick with. i’ve consulted my aunt who is all knowing when it comes to health and exercise and she’s given me a few numbers to start with. i’m definately on my way.
please, if you know me, if you spend time with me regularly or not so regularly even, please please please help me with this. don’t give me a hard time if i say no to a glass of wine, help me to pick the right options for meals and maybe, just gently ask if i’ve been for a walk this week….
i am now officially worried about my weight. i need to shed.
here’s some more beautiful, healthy, garden goodness from our backyard at work.