And then there was one?

Hello.

"Once there were 3 female scooterists, with 204 superfluous lbs between them. 2 updated the blog, one didn't get around to it. Now there are 2 of us. This is the year our corpulence ends."

Is it just me now?

Woop! Woop! Woop!

I'm down to a size 18 :D

A month or so ago I bought a couple of size 18 tops, but thought that it was a fluke. On Friday I bought 3 pairs of jeans - all size 18. Hurrah! Big fucking Hurrah!

At the end of last year I was getting too big for my size 22s. In fact, I ended up buying one pair of size 24 jeans. When I get down to a size 16, I think my work might be done. Size 16 is in my mind a normal size. I've never wanted to be skinny. Well never is probably a lie. We all have days when we wish we were skinny. But on the whole I've always preferred the curvy look. I have a waist and I have hips and I have a rather fine pair of tits, I wouldn't want to lose my curves.

So two fingers up to the fact that I didn't lose any weight last week (or the 6 or 8 weeks before that) - I've got down to a size 18 and I'm pretty fucking pleased with myself.

The fucking icing on a fucking perfect day.

This evening I had to go back to High School. My eldest started there this year. We went to meet the teachers. I was standing in a queue waiting to meet his teacher talking to another parent, she placed her hand gently on my belly and said, "Ah, are you pregnant?"

NO. FUCK OFF. I'VE LOST OVER 3 STONE. NOW PLEASE JUST FUCK OFF. RIGHT NOW.

Fuck, Shit and Bollocks.

Ok. So I have my period. I have a sore throat. But I wasn't in a bad mood. I set off for the early WW meet, cos you get a talk with that one, and I want an opportunity to boast about how I upped my exercise and lost weight this week. I went into the Corn Exchange. No meeting. I went around to the Town Hall (where they occasionally bump us to). No meeting. A security man found me wandering aimlessly and told me he thought the meeting was at the White Horse today. The White Horse closed down recently for refurbishment. I went anyway. On the front of the closed down White Horse there was a WW arrow pointing right, then another. When I got round to the back of the WH I found the WW leader directing people up a spiral staircase (fire exit). "Go careful - it's a bit of a health and safety hazard up there ..."

FFS. The building is in the midst of refurbishment. It was a building site. It was stuffy too. After complaining to anyone who would listen that "NO ONE HAD TOLD ME" that the meeting had been moved, I got to the front of the queue. "Half a pound on." They're having a fucking laugh. I'd lost 4 pounds on the scales at home!

I was too pissed off to stay for the motivational talk. I went to the travel agents and picked up a brochure George needs for his homework. I went to Sainsburys and bought some fruit. I got back on my bike (I'd even fucking cycled into town), pedalled off and the fucking chain fell off.

Bad day anyone?

Saved!!

It's that time of the month. I know - excuses, excuses. My resolve was weak and my tummy was hungry (not quite rumbling hungry, but not quite satisfied by the salad I had for lunch). So, I just headed off to the snack machine. It was in pieces. I was too embarassed to ask the man who was fixing it if I could get some chocolate or crisps so I just got my coffee and went back to my desk. No naughties for me today. Hurrah! (sort of)

At odds with my expectations ...

I lost ½ pound this week. After having said I was really going to go for it, I struggled bigtime this week. I was tempted by everything that passed before my eyes and much of it passed my lips. I did do the cycling though, so I guess I sort of took control!

I keep meaning to update my photos with a "3 stone lost" pic, but haven't gotten around to taking a pic in that awful top I started out in. But here's a pic of me looking healthy and happy :)

I might still have a double chin, but I look like I'm having a good time.

I've wasted a whole month

of potential weightloss. This week I was the same weight as 2 weeks ago at WW, which was a pound heavier than 2 weeks before that. I could say "at least I didn't put on", but I'm cross with myself. I cycled to work today and will continue to do so as long as the weather holds out. I don't have any more weekends away planned until end of Nov and no holidays planned until next summer. I therefore have no reason to not start shifting this weight again. I was doing so well. I was dead proud of myself. I can and will do it, no more messing!!