So after 12 months of feeling guilty about not keeping up my food diary as well as I should; 12 months of (pretty much) weekly weigh-ins; and hearing the same info nearly every visit….today (Thursday when I started writing this)was my penultimate visit with the dietician. I had my end of program medical on Tuesday…the doctor (also my GP which is handy) was VERY pleased.
Me? I’m a bit … meh.
Until – it actually hits me that:
- losing 16.5% of starting weight is considered a BIG success in weight loss terms (5- 10% is considered enough to be significant for health)
- Instead of having blood pressure in the “OMG MEDICATION NOW!!” range ( I was on 16 mg candesartan a day) – my BP is now on the low side (110/70).
- The last blood tests I had done showed that I’m still getting fat OUT of my liver – a huge benefit, and one that only comes from exercise…
- In the last year I’ve lost *deep breath* THIRTY CENTIMETRES OFF MY WAIST AND NINETEEN CENTIMETRES OFF MY HIPS.
- (for those non-metric readers I’ll say that again: 12″ from the waist, 7.6″ from the hips.)
- I’m (mostly) enjoying going to the gym now – I would have laughed if you’d predicted that a year ago.
- and let’s not forget that I had major surgery in August last year – only 8 months ago.
Do I look like this?
Do I want to? On my more irrational days I have moments of thinking I’d like to be THIS THIN (size 6? or smaller?) just for a little while, just to see what it’s like… then reality hits me upside the head, reminding me that I am FAR too enamoured of pastries, banana muffins, and cheese for this to EVER happen. Not to mention – there’s no MUSCLE on those skin and bones, is there? Ewwww!!
Well, if not the super skinny model above, who DO I want to look like, as I lose weight and as I get fitter, leaner, stronger? No one immediately springs to mind – I’m not aiming to look like Jennifer Anniston, or Madonna, or whoever… I just want to NOT WOBBLE. And yeah, B-cup boobs would be ACE, thanks very much. Nicely defined arms, and a tummy that didn’t embarrass me, yep.
Is that enough of a goal?
Sometimes. Other times (like whenever I have to walk past a BAKERY) it takes more willpower than I have to remember that I might as well just smear those pastries on my tummy, not even bother eating them, because that’s exactly where they’ll end up. And do you KNOW how long it takes on the treadmill to walk off the 292 calories in this?
HOURS. And HOURS.
(note: picture nicked online. I don’t actually have one of those yummy scrummy custardy sultana-y cool pastries flakily awaiting me in the house. I haven’t bought one in at least a month…)
*sigh* I need something tattooed on my wrist to remind me of this, I swear. Maybe just “REALLY?” would do it. Or a small script version of “An instant on the lips…”
(And please don’t tell me not to walk past bakeries. They’re insidious. Bloody things are everywhere, LURKING. Don’t even get me started on coffee shops…)
Ahem. My rationality obviously left the building for a while there….
I missed Ki Max class on Friday – swelly belly struck me down yet again. I’m hoping that it will settle down again and it’s NOT a return of the endometriosis – that would be very annoying.
But even when I miss classes, at least I’m still getting to the gym regularly. Step class tomorrow – yay!
and now – boringly – I’m off back to bed. Ciao!