I'm slightly worried about Colin the model. He's got through two locked doors into my garage while I was at work today and when I went for my constitutional this evening, I found him... on the treadmill! What is going on? I know he's like me, hitherto not very active - in fact positively comatose, but wooden artists models are NOT supposed to need exercise. I wonder what he's up to and I wonder which of my three lads he's conspiring with? No-one is admitting anything despite bright lights and the threat of crisps deprivation.
Anyway, while I'm worrying about what Colin will get up to next, I think it's time to divulge the latest diet update. The diet has been going well, nothing's changed - intake is the same, more exercise now and clothes decidedly too large. I can't remember if I ever told you that at the beginning of the diet, you start with a strict week, really low fat, very few points (and mine as a matter of interest was 28). The points refer to certain foods which are allotted points and 28 was the maximum I could have per day.
After the end of the week, the weighing was done and points should have been recalculated according to weight. Problem was my dearest never recalculated hence why my weight fell off, she should have increased it to 37 and never did (by mistake) - I stuck to 28 - but none the wiser!
But dramatic though it has been, thank goodness it's been okay - the diet has really given me hope and impetus to keep it going for good even after my body tells me it's reached the weight it should. After 20 weeks, I have now lost a grand total of ('weight' for it...)
57 pounds! (just over four stones)
The question I am asked is how much do I want to lose and I have never revealed that for two reasons: firstly I am embarrassed about how obese I had become (and still are although at a lower category); and secondly, I didn't want to set myself up to fail. I guess that at some stage, the body will come to a level of weight where it is happy and despite sensible diet, will lose no more. That's the point I no longer say I am on a diet, but I carry on with my healthier eating lifestyle (with gentle exercise) as a norm - and do you know what? I don't miss the chips, crisps, chocolate, pints of milk, cheese etc., etc., at all. I don't nibble at any of them because if I did, I reckon I'd be tempted back - so I just don't have it.
Easy? No and I can understand those who struggle with the psychological battle on a daily if not hourly basis. I don't have any answers save to say it was the shock of seeing myself in a glass wall one day on my way to work and suddenly realising in an instant what I had become without ever realising I had reached the point of being grossly overweight. Sheer shock.
Today's story is food related. A man and a woman were sitting at a table in a restaurant when the waitress noticed the man slide down his chair and under the table. The woman he was sat with looked remarkably unconcerned. The waitress thought she had better mention it.
"Excuse me," the waitress said, "I think your husband has just slid under the table."
"No," replied the woman coldly, "He's just walked in the door."