Back to Weighing

Ok, Christmas and the season of massive over indulgence is over.  My chest infection is clearing up nicely (hurrah for modern medicine!) but has stopped me obsessing about Janathon.  Time to think about my belly again.

Over Christmas I thought about what was stopping me (apart from Christmas) losing weight.   I originally wrote “stopping me eating better” but lets be honest here about our motivations. It seems a bit silly but I stopped trying to lose weight as soon as my scales when into storage (oh when will I ever live in my own house again?).  Then I tried to use the Wii Fit as a scale but the palaver of switching everything on, finding the controller and then going through the gazillion screens until I got to the speak your weight one was too much hassle.  Plus I lived in constant fear that I would forget to mute the TV before I started causing the cheery little tune to ring out, wake the children and cause my living room to be filled with small girls demanding Mario Cart before breakfast.

Now, correlation implies causation and all that.  Perhaps it was just coincidence that I ran out of steam just when we put most of our belongings into storage.  But it was so easy to remedy this one that it seemed foolish not to give it a go.  Sainsbury’s had bathroom scales on sale in their seasonal aisle so that was that.


Nearly Christmas and Time for One Last Effort

Like hell it is.

I cannot remember being as stressed as this for a long time.  Every fiddly, pointless, transient detail of life looms over me.  We’ve had health scares and health problems.  We’re not living in our own home and it looks like we aren’t going to be able to move back for a month longer than we had planned.  And the extra cost all that entails. Christmas. Christmas.  Christmas.  Christmas away which means that all of Christmas is somehow going to fit into a couple of suitcases.  

Anyway, First World Problems and all that.

So, I haven’t been weighing myself.  I haven’t put on enough weight to stop fitting into my clothes which is good because I got rid of everything that was too big when we moved.  But I think I’ve put on a few pounds.  I could weigh myself but it involves turning on the TV and the Wii and getting the fit board thing and a controller and then going through the hundred steps to get to the bit where it actually tells me my weight.  I can’t begin to tell you how unlikely it is that I will do this.  Added to which I haven’t told the girls that we have the Wii so I can only turn it on under the cover of darkness.  I could buy some scales but we have some in storage and it just seems silly.  Still, we won’t be getting our stuff from storage for a few months so perhaps I’ll see if I can get something in the January sales.

Which is all a long winded way to say that although I admire and envy those people who are sorted out enough to lose a few pounds before the Christmas onslaught I am giving myself leave to just not worry.  I’ve been running three times a week, eating a healthy breakfast and generally trying not to eat all the mincepies in one sitting.  And that’s going to have to do for now.