In a new weekly feature, Her.ie newbie Liz is going to share her weight loss journey. She’ll be filling you in on fighting temptation, her willpower struggles with the cocktail menu and taking painfully slow steps towards regular exercise. All in the name of a dress.
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Hanging on the wall at the end of my bed is the constant reminder I plan on shedding nearly two stone this year. I also plan on marking the trials and tribulations of ‘trying to be good’ – the favourite saying we all tout, and quickly replace when a cake is put in front of us.
Week 22: Following on from the zip…
It would have been easy to get cocky. The zip went up and the fat melted away (at least for one week). There’s a slight hiccup in that plan though. I’m still not at my target weight.
Yes this all started with a dress (one of which I continue to twirl around my room in on a daily basis), but I’m also extremely competitive. You know how some kids could let the game of monopoly fold up at the end of the night? I couldn’t. There had to be a winner. It had to be me.
Also if you ever happen to come across me at a table quiz, I can only apologise in advance for the crazy that will follow. I will likely stab your hand with a pencil if you reach for your iphone.
So when I said I wanted to reach 148lbs, I really meant it. That little number is etched on my brain. And it’s totally within my reach. Once I can push the chocolate far enough out of hand’s grasps.
I was really touched by the feedback to the big reveal, and it was the icing on the slimming cake to have that kind of support. But it kind of left me hungry for more…
(Shocking that I’m STILL hungry, eh)
I’ve also been informed that the last 7lbs are the toughest to shift. So this will be my very public diary on how I’m working through my last steps to the perfect pair of jeans and a flat tummy.
I have a dream that one day I’ll lie on my bed flat and my tummy won’t have mountains, or rolls or dimples. Ok, it’s not quite Martin Luther, but I’m trying to be honest here.
So this week, in an ideal world I would have eaten lean protein, exercised every day, weighed all my foods and prepared my meals in advance.
In reality, I had tea and cake with my best friend to celebrate, went to the cinema twice (and because I’m normal that clearly means a bucket of butter popcorn in each sitting) as well as polishing it all off with a few glasses of wine.
I could lie and say I regretted every last bite, but there’s no point. Sometimes you need to let go and have some fun. If we’re always being good, well then you won’t be rewarding your efforts each week.
At least that’s what I tell myself. As I tuck into a jar of nutella with the spoon. (I have yet to meet anyone who actually spreads it on bread.)
So here’s my guilty confession. I didn’t make it to my weigh-in this week. I’ll put it down as one of my holiday days and go back next week.
Because right now I’m feeling fabulous, despite what I’m sure the scales will say.
Next week, I’ll go back to weighing, and pointing and sensible nibbles rather than mammoth feasts.
But that’s why life is worth living. And next week I’ll just be sure to keep a little record of my treats so the break is more a scales siesta then a holiday of gorging.
And if you’re reading this the same day it’s published, be sure to know I had a lovely brunch and dinner date with a good friend to wind up my last supper.
This week’s stats go a little something like this -
Height: 5ft 8
Starting Weight: 174 lbs
Current Weight: 155.5 lbs (We’ll know the damage next week…)
Weight Loss To Date: 18.5 lb
Goal: 148 lbs
Feeling: Ecstatic.
The Dress in Question… NOW FITS!!
