My fat year: up & down

It’s been a while, but I have still been watching my weight and, to be honest, it’s been very up and down.

I can’t believe that you can put 3lb on one day and then lose two of them the next. This past week alone I did exactly this.

Yes, yes I know we’re not supposed to weigh ourselves every day and, because of the fluctuations last week, I did stop bothering. But Monday is weigh-day and I had to do it this morning.

Fortunately, I do have a weight-loss of 2lb from last week. Unfortunately, I’m still 1¼lb heavier than I have been at my lightest on this current diet.

At the weekend, even the poet reported a few pounds weight-gain, so he’s cutting down again now. It’s funny how complacency can set in so easily.

We’ve not been walking for a long time and I think that’s having a lot to do with it – for both of us. As well as the extra food we’re clearly eating at the moment, of course. Instead, either the weather has kept us indoors or, as soon as the weather has improved, we’ve been working in the garden.

At the weekend we had to buy a new lawn-mower and the poet did the first cut yesterday. It was hard work, but not as hard as it was with the old push-along lawn-mower. (He can’t use the tractor here, but he’s keeping hold of that for when it comes in handy again …)

Two weeks ago, in gale-force winds, he built a new greenhouse. Last weekend, he built wooden staging. And during the week, after work, he painted the staging with wood-preservative. Yesterday, we were finally able to spend a relaxing couple of hours sowing seeds.

His band doesn’t have as many gigs this year as of late. He wanted to cut back and so they’re only doing one gig a month (two a month when one is a charity gig and one is a paid gig). We hoped this would free us up to do more things but, as ever, it’s been very, very busy and we’ve been visiting or entertaining over our birthday season, in the midst of which comes Mother’s Day too.

This coming weekend we have the usual Birmingham/Doncaster visits, but perhaps we can squeeze in a walk on our way from Brum to Donny.

Saying that, I did achieve my Slimming World silver activity award on 23 March, and I’ve started my gold award today. The chickens, the little bit of gardening I have managed, and just shopping all contribute to this challenge. The gold award lasts for eight weeks, though, while the bronze and silver were both for four weeks each.

The warmer days make eating salads much easier, so hopefully there will be something more positive to report soon.

How’s your slimming going?

It starts here … well, yesterday …

blog thumbnailSo the end of last week once again disappeared beneath a pile of work, but at least the work is there, and at least I’m getting it done. I’m just not able to bob online as much as I’d like.

Friday evening, though, I finished one proper big job, was paid for another one, and I won another. And that, with my own work, has filled me up for March with what I already have in. Good stuff.

On Saturday I went shopping and took the dog with me to the pet shop to get weighed as I’ve started the flea programme now for all the pets. The cats just need to be “adult” or “kitten”, but they need to know how heavy the dogs are. And mine’s a fat little sausage at 11.2kg. (He’s not really fat. I’ve seen sausage dogs that are really overweight and Rufus is still, and will be for a while yet, very fit.)

After working solidly all week again I didn’t feel up to going out Saturday night and just chilled in front of the telly instead.

Then on Sunday I packed the dog into the car and we went to the seaside. I had a picnic in the car, overlooking the sea front, and Rufus could hardly believe how many dogs were just wandering past. I made him stay in the car until he got fed up of barking at them. He needs to get used to other dogs and know he doesn’t have to chase them all. On our beach walk (about an hour) I kept him on the long lead and, in the main, he was very well behaved, not tugging on the lead at all and coming back to me rather than pull away from me when I called him.

Maybe we’re finally getting there. I mean, he is nearly two … lots of other dogs are trained by now, but he does love to chase other dogs. (Sigh.)

Today I started work on a new project, a proof-reading job. And I walked the dog in our fields for the first time this year as they’ve dried out now – I almost lost both wellies last time I went on that walk and thought I’d be stranded. I let the dog off his lead, but kept hiding from him so he had to keep looking for me. He was so good I think he got sick of all the dog treats.

The birthday week started yesterday with our trip to the seaside. I’m out Wednesday evening. On Friday I’m being taken for a birthday meal. And Saturday is the football game, a night out with my Brummie pals and a visit to see the parents.