The end of the road
Do you want the good news or the bad news? Starting with the good, I've lost 2lbs this week, according to weigh-in yesterday, and I was so excited by this I went out shopping today for some gym wear.
I've gone from large to medium in tracksuit bottoms from my favourite store and I even bought a hoodie that was size small. Spurred on by my weight loss and new purchases, I continued to shop. I must have burned up a few calories pacing up and down Oxford Street and I splashed out on a pair of tailored linen trousers. I've been wanting some for ages, but was determined to wait until I'd could buy a size 12.
The bad news is, of course, that I didn't reach my original target of 9st 10lbs or even my later target of 10st. However, for the first time in my life I have committed to working out. I've also managed to quit chocolate, albeit only recently, so although I didn't manage to cut out all the naughty stuff and reach my goal, I have made some fairly fundamental life changes.
I would love to reach 10st but I don't know if I can bear going without the food I love. My personal trainer says when he orders an Indian, he asks then to hold the sauce – and I just couldn’t imagine going through life without a proper Indian!
I'm away this weekend for a romantic break at a gastro-style hotel so I'd better balance lunch and dinner with some hearty exercise.
Thanks to everyone for the wonderful messages of support. Here's to a toned, sugar-free new me!

They're 5kg weights. That might not sound that much but I used to struggle with 1kg weights, so I'm definitely improving.
The Weight Watchers woman said this sometimes happens and hopefully it'll drop off next week. So there you go, I'm stuck at 10st 4lbs. Yesterday I had a wisdom tooth removed and could barely eat a thing – that’s why the lack of weight loss is rather bewildering.
I'd actually recommended the book to her three years ago after I'd completely stopped eating chocolate as a result of reading it. I remember losing half a stone within two weeks of giving up the dark stuff and remaining choc-free for 6 months.
I've barely eaten a thing over the last few days, possibly as penance for a chocolate-fest on Sunday while I watched four episodes of Nip/Tuck back-to-back – which was rather heavenly.
I feel really trim and toned as well from three weeks of bloody hard working out. I'm also feeling more motivated.
I'm going twice a day at the moment, as instructed by Dylan the trainer, and it all feels very invigorating.
Apart from that, it's been salads, juices and grilled fish all the way!
The salads, juices and working out must be having an effect. I'm aiming for two pounds a week now until I hit my target of 10st at the end of the month.
Thinking of weigh-in day today, I existed yesterday on three glasses of home-made apple, carrot and pineapple juice and a bowl of my minestrone soup for dinner. As I had such a busy day yesterday, it was surprisingly easy and I felt full of zest.
It was my third session and part of my plan to invest in a month of twice-weekly sessions to help overcome my antipathy to exercising. I hated the first two sessions because I felt so flabby and unfit – especially next to my strapping youthful trainer – but something shifted on Friday and I actually enjoyed our session.
I decided to walk there instead of driving and the brisk uphill march re-energised me. I'd lost a pound and a half which I was really pleased about. I also stayed for the talk afterwards which I enjoyed - everyone is very supportive and encouraging.
I saw my personal trainer yesterday and the new fitness regime can now start properly. I've booked him again for this Friday. – but the problem is, I hate it. The dreaded treadmill and cross trainer are so tedious and yesterday I stopped a minute earlier on the bicycle because I couldn't stand it a second longer.
Weight Watchers has two plans you can follow and I’ve decided to use the Points Plan which gives you points for everything you eat. Instead of just snacking on any old thing during the day, you really have to think about what you put in your mouth.
Jonathan and I went shopping and bought six packets of biscuits as part of a 2-for-1 offer, having finished off all the remaining biscuits in the house the night before.
Sunday was a completely different story, although it began well. I made a delicious lunch of Welsh roast lamb and vegetables and only had one tiny new potato.
I didn’t really feel like eating and only managed half a bowl of cereal and one mouthful of chicken soup all day. From a weight-loss point of view, this was good news – or at least so I thought.
I've never been to a slimming group before and never thought I would, but everyone I know who's lost significant amounts of weight has sworn by the public weigh-in method and the support of other members.
I’m back in the land of the living after zoning out at Champneys last week and I’m feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
Well, I’ve lost a pound and a half in three days and I feel lighter in every way – physically and emotionally.
Meanwhile, I'm sure I must have lost weight. We only have three meals a day and there are no chocolate facilities anywhere. I'm used to grazing throughout the day and I now realise how much I eat between meals. I find the gap between lunch and dinner the hardest so I squirreled away an apple and yoghurt from breakfast for emergency snacks.
I booked a personal trainer session in advance to remind me why I was coming here, so instead of relaxing on a recliner in the sunshine I was almost immediately on the cross-trainer. After 42 seconds, I told Alan I'd had enough but he encouraged/distracted me sufficiently and I managed the whole 10 minutes.
To repent, I had a home-made papaya, pineapple, carrot and apple juice in the evening instead of dinner. My repenting stopped abruptly on Sunday and I'm going to blame bad organisation (mine of course).
Casper the dog is looking at me in a guilt-inspiring way, as if to say "you owe me two walks today 'cause I got zilch yesterday".
I've been feeling tired and groggy for a while and have finally succumbed to sloth. I have little appetite, which is good – but no energy for cooking my
I started
Well, you'll be pleased to hear that I've not yet sunk to limiting myself to three protein shakes a day, nor am I existing on three portions of watercress soup a day a la Liz Hurley.
He’s a great mid-morning and mid-afternoon biscuit eater and as we both work from home, it’s hard to escape the temptation to join him. But while he’s got a washboard stomach, mine’s still a bit Buddha-like.
I’ve decided to use the
I’ve spent the last week unpacking box after box after box and running up and down the four flights of stairs in the new house.
I always used to use my period as an excuse to eat some chocolate – but not anymore! The friends we met in Cheltenham last week sent me a post-lunch photo and I'm looking a lot slimmer than I feel right now.
When I do have time, I'm generally too tired to do much by way of preparation. Last night I succumbed to a ready-meal of chicken and vegetables, which was delicious and felt healthy too - but not very
My friend’s party was excellent. There was a Casino Royale theme and I was so busy playing Roulette that I passed up on the chocolate birthday cake.
I woke up today ready for another long walk to the next village across field and vale and found, once I’d got dressed, that I simply didn’t have the energy for another walk.
Yesterday I walked for two hours across beautiful fields with rivers running alongside while swans elegantly glided by. Whenever I thought of turning back to walk home, I'd remember my tummy and how much I want to look slim and lovely at my friend's party on Saturday night.
Food-wise, I’ve been eating very healthily - partly out of disgust with myself for putting so much weight back on.
Realising I could not put off the evil hour any longer, I stepped onto the scales and to my horror, discovered that I’ve put on 3.75lbs, which means my weight has - in one week - gone up to nearly 10st 9lbs.
Jonathan did the shopping while I caught up on some much-needed rest and returned home with lots of food, including Ryvita and rice cakes (good diet food), and biscuits and Brie (bad diet food).
Basically, since I last posted, the
I opened the freezer to start emptying the contents and the pizza stared back at me saying: “I’m really easy to cook, just pop me in the oven for 12 minutes and I’ll taste really delicious.” So I did.
I’ve not stuck to the
I returned home fully energised and wondering why I don’t take an early morning constitutional every day. As she’s lost 26lbs in two months, perhaps I ought to be taking more advice from big sis.
There are so many other things to think about that I’m no longer pondering prising the floorboard up to retrieve the secret stash of chocolate hidden by Jonathan. I’m sticking to my three
I am. I’ve lost another pound, which means I’ve lost 6lb in all. I’m hardly going to break any world records for dieting at this stage, but at least the weight loss has been steady.
I was good all weekend – no chocolate or sugar at all. I think the message has finally got through to Jonathan and despite a test plea on Friday night he stayed strong and refused to lift the floorboard to retrieve the Swiss truffle chocolate.
I really want to reach my target by the end of the month so I’m prepared to pull out all the stops to make it happen. It’s going be expensive as I intend to book two sessions a week for the next month, but I feel I need that extra push to get me to where I want to be.
Not sure what that’s about but I wonder if it’s linked to seeing from the scales that the (delicious) curry added back the pound I’d lost. I had a small bowl of muesli for breakfast and skipped the mid-morning snack, when I’m normally ravenous. Was mega-healthy for lunch and had a carrot, apple and pineapple juice.
I only ordered one meat dish and I shared the rice and aubergine thing with Clare but I still felt incredibly round of stomach.
My sugar-free sister made me a mega-healthy lunch of mackerel and brown rice and I didn’t eat anything again until dinner when I ate yesterday’s leftovers.
Don’t think I gave up on snacks though. I just had an ‘authorised’ Gi snack from
Admittedly, things are moving slower than I’d like and of course, if I’d stuck faithfully to the programme, I’m sure I’d have lost a stone by now.
The rest of the weekend went according to plan and I had another cooking day yesterday, which also happens to be perfect hangover activity. Not too demanding brain-wise, but vaguely therapeutic and comforting. I spent this morning poring over the new GI weekly eating plan designed for me by
About halfway through the day, when I realised all I’d had was a few mouthfuls of muesli, I started to see the upside of being confined to my bed with a blinding headache. I recovered around 4pm, ate a small bowl of soup for dinner and had an early night.
I’m upping the ante for the weekend as I’m going to a party on Saturday night where I’ll see people who last saw me when I was as a size 10. I’m aiming to turn up either as a svelte size 14 or a curvaceous size 12. I want a flat stomach and cheekbones.
I’m (more or less) sticking to the programme, but realise the big problem is eating out. As long as I’m at home, I eat what I’m supposed to AND I enjoy it. When, I’m out meeting friends, however, I find it hard to stick to salads when – as happened last night – a girls’ night out ended up in one of those gourmet burger bars.
Perhaps I went a little over the top, but that chocolate choux bun was begging to be eaten. As a result, my weight must have crawled up a pound or two, not that I have dared approach the scales since.
I was horrified to see that I’ve put on some of the weight I’d lost and I’m back to 10 stone 9lbs. Friends are still telling me I look slimmer but it’s not happening quickly enough for me. I’m back in the jeans but the top bottom is surreptitiously undone within half an hour.
My only excuse (and it is an excuse) is that my boyfriend and I have just agreed to sell our house and the stress of waiting to find out whether the offer on the new property was accepted led me to the dreaded sugar. I daren’t get on the scales until I’ve done at least fifteen minutes on the trampoline.
Then I saw another friend today who I’d last caught up with just after Christmas when I was at my podgiest. “Your face looks a lot slimmer,” she commented, pointing to my re-emerging cheekbones.
My boyfriend and I had a silly row on Saturday (what is it about romantic weekends away?) that seemed terribly important at the time. Due to high levels of agitation, I completely went off my food. Although we’d made up by the time we had the gourmet meal in the evening, I wasn’t nearly as greedy as I thought I was going to be having salivated over the menu online.
After the sticky toffee pudding fiasco last weekend , I decided to commit myself to an entire week without sugar. It was surprisingly easy. Perhaps it was due to me sticking to the
As I used the personalised shopping list for my online grocery shop I had all the food I needed in the fridge at the start of the week which made me feel efficient and organised. This helped put me in the right frame of mind to take control of my weight.
The site came up with a week’s worth of recipes as well as a personalised exercise programme. You can exclude all the food you don’t want (I decided to leave out bread which can make my tummy look like an inflatable beach ball), swap recipes you don’t like for those you do and choose how much cooking you want to do as there there’s a convenience food option. I chose the recipe-based option as I love cooking.
I’ve heard
Until four or five years ago, I was quite slim, weighing about 9st, but two things happened. Firstly, I noticed that as I’ve hit my mid-thirties I seem to put on weight more easily. And secondly, I moved in with my boyfriend.