Last week the weather really got me down.
Every time I looked out of the window it was grey and dull – which was invariably accompanied by rain.
The mornings are now cold and dark and it’s tough to climb out of bed when it’s warm under the duvet and there’s someone to put your arm around.
The snooze button has never seen so much action.
Although I have a lingering cold (not flu – just a runny blocked up nose) I’m oddly buoyant at the moment.
The scales are definitely moving in the right direction and I’m currently significantly lighter than when I stepped on the scales at the weekend.
It’s amazing what following the Slimming World plan can do when you have your head in the game.
It’s not rocket science mind you – and one of the simple changes I’ve made that’s really helped is having a pint of water with each meal to make sure that my appetite isn’t caused by thirst rather than hunger.
It doesn’t do a lot to stop me fantasising about eating lots of lovely things but it does seem to stem the tide when it comes to overeating at meal times – although I’m aware that everything is relative.
I’ve still got a big appetite – but for now at least it seems to be under control during the day – which has been my major issue over the last few weeks.
If start eating during the day sometimes I just can’t stop myself.
This led to some rather unusual dietary habits – where often I wouldn’t eat until after 5pm – which I did on and off a lot when I was single.
It’s not really compatible with relationships though – and it’s often quite hard to avoid breakfast and lunch when you’re alone if you’ve become used to eating it at as a couple.
I used to think I was a bit weird when it came to my ‘not before 5pm’ habits – but then I watched a programme about type two diabetes reacting positively not only to the types of food you eat but to the times.
In the case of many people a significant factor that helped reverse their raging blood sugar levels was intermittent fasting.
I never consciously tried to fast during the day to reverse my diabetes (for the longest time I didn’t think it could be done and didn’t dare to hope that one day I’d be medication free) but I now realise that I did do it quite a bit – and I’ve always wondered whether this had an impact on my condition.
To be clear – I’m not advocating people suddenly start fasting. It may have implications for some that aren’t particularly helpful and I’m no expert.
I personally didn’t eat during the day purely because when I woke up and for a long time afterwards I had no appetite. Since I find it hard to switch this off when it finally arrives I tend to make the most of periods where I’m naturally not hungry.
I don’t agree with the whole ‘kick start the metabolism in the morning’ approach simply because I don’t think that there’s one rule that fits all.
If my hat doesn’t fit someone else then why should my diet?
In my case though I felt absolutely superb if I just listened to my body and didn’t eat until I was hungry.
I guess that I’m a slave to impulses in both extremes. I also listen too closely when it’s telling me to stuff my face as well, which really doesn’t help.
What does help is random encounters however.
I was waking down my street today under a grey sky in a miserably drizzly shower heading into town when a lady I haven’t seen for ages hopped off a bus, saw me and said ‘Wow! You look FANTASTIC!
I don’t usually get such random compliments on the street – but it genuinely added a spring to my step. I had a sub 15 minute per mile walk into town as a direct result.
It was really nice of her to say so – and it’s a pleasure to meet someone that tries to do the same as me. If someone looks nice I ALWAYS make a point of saying so.
You never know when (just like me) a lift like that will make all the difference – and believe me when I say it did.
This morning not only were the scales kinder but my clothes were too.
I can now just about fit into two of the jackets that I could potentially wear to the Slimming World ball – and I’m working toward the waistcoats.
I have no idea what I’ll eventually decide upon yet (I need two outfits on a budget) but I want to feel as good as I can – so I’m trying to be as open to patterns and styles as possible.
I spent ages stressing about this last year as well and it nearly drove me potty then – and that was without the added hassle of having to lose weight on top of it all!
Last year’s informal jeans are way too snug currently so it’s all up in the air!
I have to say though it’s extremely helpful to know that I’m not alone in these kinds of struggles.
My group leader Angie is also trying to publicly reverse a holiday gain that she’s been very open about with our group – and I doubt either of us would feel toogreat if we were forced to climb back into last year’s outfits right about now.
All of my blogging friends appear to be struggling as well and absolutely every one that I usually chat to or follow has managed to put weight back on too.
Maybe it’s just the time of year.
If I was a bear then no one would mind.
There’s a competition in Alaska for people to spot the fattest bear they can (link) and post it.
I’m not sure whether Holly even knows that she has a name – or that her furry booty is being admired around the world – but her ambling twerk has been recorded for posterity (or maybe I should say posteriority) and she’s the 2019 queen.
One thing’s for sure – no one would hassle me if I chose to s&&t in the woods at that size.
Maybe I should give up worrying about the ball and focus on the simple pleasures of arboreal defecation instead. It seems to work for Holly.
The upside for her is also that she doesn’t have to find a smart outfit to look dashing in either.
Be more bear. That should be my new motto. I should just twerk my chubby furry booty and move right along.
Nevertheless I need to dress to impress and I’m in research mode.
The one thing I’ve noticed whilst perusing windows is that checks seem to be in vogue at the moment. Every shop window dummy appears to be rocking some kind of pattern that only a few years ago would have probably been considered as kitsch and disgustingly unfashionable.
Personally I’m not sure that when I feel so curvy covering myself with what essentially boils down to the fabric equivalent of graph paper is such a good idea.
I can deal with vertical stripes – and even horizontal ones these days if the cut is right – but both?
That’s a brave way to roll and I’m not sure that I’m that intrepid currently.
One thing I do like about these examples however is the bold coloured waistcoats which draw the eye in to the (in one case delightfully flamboyant) ties.
I have quite a few nice ties – but what I don’t have though are many cotton patterned ties.
I’ve become a really big fan of Liberty print shirts and cotton ties lately (link) and the idea of a matching one with a smart pocket square fills me with glee. This is mostly because it’s a billion miles away from the tent sized drab clothes I used to be forced to wear when I could only fit into 8XL items.
Let’s face it. If you want to go full flamingo then you get some matching dog accoutrements too right?!
I’d absolutely dress my furry little buddy (if I had one) in outfits loud enough to make Quentin Crisp blush if I had the chance – and since I’m heading down south soon it’s even occurred to me that a hat for the day may be in order….
This years’s guest star is Alan Carr (who I plan to get a hug photo with) so I’m sure that I’ll be in hood company if I choose to go a bit nuts.
There are plenty of outlandish options if I choose to go down the ‘wear it once’ route – and as I’ve noted in previous posts there is a lot to be found if you’re willing to pay high street prices instead of being an astute charity shopper.
Thankfully my other half appears to be quite happy to let me indulge myself when it comes to patterns like this – and never seems embarrassed when I’m dressed like I just got thrown out of the Chelsea flower show.
I’m sure this is because she too secretly likes to accessorise…
While I love shoes like this:
She loves ones that express her own personality – which in her case is always delightfully quirky!
So – I’m once again on the up and full of thoughts and possibilities rather than negative clouds and stormy skies.
It may be grey and rainy – but it never bothers bears.
Be more bear and twerk it baby!