It was Slimming World weigh in today, and I have to admit, I was hoping for great things. I’ve been really good and eaten well, and exercised LOADS. Figures that the pounds would just fall off me, right?
Maintained, following a 3lb gain last week. Which means I’ve still got 8lb to go to target.
It’s just ANNOYING, as that target weight loss was within sniffing distance, and it’s slipping through my fingers a bit. I know it’s totally my own doing. When I really, really think about what I’ve eaten over the last week, perhaps I wasn’t on plan 100% of the time.
And perhaps eating the most enormous pizza feast ever last night, with Andrew, wasn’t the best idea, the night before weigh in.
It was amazing pizza though- the best I’ve ever had, ever. It was at a new place that’s opened opposite Kent House station (big up the Penge massive), calledSicilian Art. Expensive pizza gets on my nerves, so a BYO pizza place with no dishes costing over a tenner is right up my street. And it was delicious. We had about 25 tonnes of antipasti to share, and then upon advice from our waiter, I had a pizza alla Norma, which is apparently a Sicilian speciality, with ricotta, and thinly sliced aubergine, and mint. Yeah, I know- yum. Plus a couple of bottles of Peroni. To be fair, if I’d put everything I ate in that meal on the scales, I dread to think what it would have weighed, so it’s no surprise that I didn’t lose. Despite eating for England, we came home with change from £30, so it was a bargain to boot. Southsiders, I recommend!
But back to Slimming World; I need to focus if I’m going to get to goal, so I’m now emailing my consultant, Dyanne, with my food diaries so she can pick them apart and advise on the error of my ways. It’s not exactly rocket science, and I’ve been doing SW on and off for enough years to know what works, but it doesn’t do any harm to go back to basics every once in a while. So, it’s eyes on the prize.
On another note, I have just started reading The End Of The World Running Club. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that some Really Bad Stuff is about to go down, perhaps it’s that Adrian J. Walker’s description of a hangover in a soft play centre is uncannily accurate, but at 1% in, I am already gripped. A post apocalyptic novel, which Amazon describes as “a vivid, gripping story of hope, long-distance running and how we break the limits of our own endurance”. What’s not to love?!