It probably comes as no surprise that I awoke the morning thinking about yesterday’s small weight gain.
However, it may come as a surprise to some (it certainly did to me) that I was laughing.
Somewhere in the back of my subconscious while dreaming I’d been playing with puns and had tickled myself pink with a potential post title. I’m groaning as I type it (with a wry smile) but the frankly awful pun was “lettuce move on’.
The point behind it was that rather than see my gain as the traditionally apocalyptic event it might have been in the past it presents a great opportunity to get back to basics, buy lots of lettuce, eat loads of fresh vegetables, cook some new meals that I’ve not tried before, keep walking and exercising and generally feeling good about life rather than dwelling on the 2.5 pounds 0f fat/water/muscle/brain (we all know its most likely to be the latter) that I added to myself last week.
For once I’m even willing to embrace the metric system and note that in kilos I only put on 1.13kg. That’s so inconsequential that it’s almost not even a number. Other, more important and august numbers are probably at this very moment looking down at it with a justifiable sense of disdain and calling into question both it’s value and highly questionable (and possibly scandalous) lineage.
The great thing about a gain is that I like salad. I love it in fact. Lettuce is like a friend that’s never ever let me down (apart from an unfortunate incident with a carving knife and a caterpillar in the 90’s) and continues to have my back when things get tough. Flanked on either side by intimidating looking bags of carrots and followed by an army of tomatoes it’s always been willing to go into bat for me when times call for it.
Several readers so far have suggested after my rant about clothes the other day a number of places that I could purchase various items – and I’ve not only taken on board what they’ve come up with, but even whipped out my debit card and bought a few items.
However – these are slightly aspirational purchases. The shirts tug a little when I sit down, and I’m sure the online items (when they arrive) will do too. That’s kind of the point though. I’m not going to be triumphantly wearing these items just yet. I still have clothes that fit. These are for the next stage, a teeny little bit further away.
So – I’m going to smash it this week and get rid of that gain.
If anyone has any (Slimming World friendly) recipes that they think I should try to achieve this aim then feel free to post them in the comments. If I like them I might just give it a go and post the results!
In the meantime internet prepare yourselves for a week of posts that will most likely be overly burdened by pictures of my food. If I have my way you’ll soon be salivating and looking with disinterest at the awful pizza menus that invariably keep falling through your letterboxes.