A message from Granny

Granny Gamesmaker is not going to Fat Club this week. It has not been a good one . . .

Still on track

Half a pound off this week. Not awe-inspiring but a step in the right direction. Have eaten out twice and been with a heavy drinking chum so am quietly pleased. Last night I tipped the scales at exactly sixteen and a half stone. Am pretty much sure I won't make sixteen by the end of the year as the Christmas festivities and accompanying victuals are well under way. But as long as I make sensible choices I am sure that I can go for damage limitation.

Have lunch booked at the latest "must do" restaurant on Saturday. Pollen Street Social. My friend Liz and I are up for a treat and I haven't seen her since embarking on my diet the day after holidaying with her and her brother in Dorset. Will be thrilled rigid if she notices I've lost weight.

The daily swimming continues. How I wish I had an extra half an hour each morning so that I could increase the distances. For the time being that can only be at the weekends. However, we only have three more weeks of school before the Christmas holidays. If I can swim more even for a fortnight then it should make a difference. I do need though to look at alternative times to get to the gym. There are times after school when I'm sure I could find an hour.

Blooming school. It does interfere with my life.

A first peep

At the Olympic volunteers' uniforms.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-15834767

Not the dreaded pink tracksuits then. Phew!!

Yay!

I got my one stone award at club tonight! And how . .

2.5lbs off on a week that had seen me cooking a large roast dinner complete with fattening puds for the family at the weekend, and seen me scoffing deep fried mushrooms, sirloin steak and dressed salad at Jamie's Italian with my friend Sue.

Am thrilled beyond belief. I believe that at 16 stone 7.5 I am lighter that I've been for at least 6 years.

The 6 weeks leading up to Christmas will be challenging. Whilst I think I can resist the mince pies and other sweet treats, the very fact that there are a lot of food opportunities to go AWOL is worrying.

I see that I rashly declared 16 stone by Christmas. Will be amazed if I get within touching distance.

The swimming/gymming regime is back on course and I feel great.

Still drinking too much though. (:

Back on track

A 3lb loss this week. Thank goodness for that. Still 1lb away from a stone but nearly there. The pool is open but the temperature is very low (around 22) so that's still not an option at the moment but I've had a couple of sessions on the bike in the gym. I was put to shame by Nicole, a much older lady with very bad back problems. She reckons to "cycle" 5k every time she gets on one. I'd been going for 3K. So 5K it was for those sessions and from now on. Who knows, maybe more. It's marginally more interesting than the treadmill . . . .

I do need to focus this week because the following two weekends are full of foodie treats and are going to be a struggle. I think if I am around 16 stone by Christmas I will be very pleased. So 10lbs to go. Was trying to think if I've done anything differently this week and the answer is no. Still drinking too much alcohol and still eating some very peculiar combinations of food - a lean beefburger with low fat cottage cheese was one such. But I have resisted a few things. There is a mince pie with my name on it in the kitchen. It will soon be in the dog.

Disappointment

The weigh-in showed I had put on 2lbs. Better than the half term prophecy but I have been working very hard to keep to the diet for a week. I do feel a bit thinner but nonetheless I am disappointed. I guess the flu I had a few weeks ago did give a bit of a false impression on how quickly I am losing the weight.

Still, I remain motivated. Which is the main thing.

I have strained a muscle in my back so no gym or swimming for me until that has cleared up. I don't think I will cope very well if I haven't lost anything next week. Am going to try and knock the alcohol on the head I think. The problem is that school is so stressful I just want a large G&T when I come back through the front door. (And then another . . . ).

And I must remember that unlike a lot of my musical colleagues across the country I do still have a job.