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{June 28, 2007}   Mind over Scale

I’m prone to some serious scale-obsessing. I weigh myself everyday and duly write it down in my little journal. When the scales are nice and show a drop each day, I’m a happy bunny. The black clouds of depression set in when I keep seeing a jump upwards, however. I know about daily fluctuations and all that, I just can’t help it!

Last week I didn’t set foot on my scales for days and days. I knew I’d put weigh on, after the scoff fest we had over a 2-week period. First of all, it was the stress-eating due to the interview we had to get residency, then it was the celebration –eating when we finally got the go ahead, then came the celebration drinking…and then a bit more eating. You get the picture… Anyway I put about 7 pounds (3 kg) on, but I knew most of that had to be water bloat and the weight of the food still sitting in my stomach like a guilty brick, and I didn’t stress, in fact I laughed. Ha!

I had dropped 9 pounds in a week some time ago, simply by drinking my way through a river’s worth of water, As soon as I got back into eating well, I’d drop that in a week I confidently thought to myself….Not so.

One week later I actually weigh a pound more than this, and am back up to 15 stone 4 pounds (214 lb/ 97.3 kg) and I feel a bit flat. I’ve worked hard this week in the gym, and resisted the biscuits at night, eaten mostly fruit and veggies and had no wine at all! Weeks like this in the past would have given me a 3-4 pound loss. I’m stumped, but not stressing, which has got to be a step in the right direction…right?

I’m just gonna plod on, try to dump a bit of the salt I seem to be adding to food willy-nilly at the moment, and give it some time. Perhaps that needs to be my new mantra -Give It Some Time. I don’t think the dreaded monthly bloat is due, but who knows, my ovaries seem to have their own wacky calendar at the moment. So the plan is to be consistant with eating, and move a bit more, I really don’t know what else to do.


{June 22, 2007}   back to the future..

Lets start from the very beginning, a good place to start eh?

I’m stuck in a funk I can’t shake off. No amount of exersice, eating right, or thinking right seems to be making a difference.

I missed my blog tho’, seems strange as I was such a sporadic poster. Anyway, wordpress is being a bitch and won’t let me have the same blog name, so here have version 1.0, the newer faster and hopefully lighter, muffin top.

I think all the waiting for our visas started to take its toll on me. I couldn’t sleep, was mega cranky with Mr MT, and was eating my body weight in crap food day after day after day. I’ve been to the gym twice in as many weeks, which is unheard of for the muffin top of old.

Now I’ve written all that down, I feel like a weight (!) has lifted off my shoulders. I CAN do this, I have been doing this for months and months. I ‘ve lost my focus, thats all. The crappy eating night after night has to stop. Last night I ate so much I still felt sick this morning. I seem to eat like a saint all day, then 6.00 oclock rolls round and I hoover up the contents of my fridge and/or cupboards.

Our visas have finally come, and we can see a light at the end of the tunnel. I’m struggling ‘cos I still have to work until almost the day we leave (mid July) and I hate my job with a fervence you wouldn’t believe. I need the money, and every week I work here will probably pay for at least two weeks over there that I can stay in flip flops!

So deep breath, head down and plough on. I don’t want to get any heavier that I am today. I WILL shift these last few pounds, and get my arse back in the gym. Please wish me luck

gill ( aka English Muffin Top soon to be kiwi muffin top!)

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