Wednesday 22 February 2017

Slimming world on holiday

Size 12 jeans! Hells Yeah
-29lbs

I started my Slimming World journey 17 weeks ago, and have lost 29lbs so far. It's become a high-light of my week, sitting in the meeting and chatting to new friends. 

But when it comes to traveling back and forth between the UK and Ireland as often as we do it's so easy for me to just throw caution to the wind and fuck up my entire progress. 

Not this time. I need to stop treating trips home as a holiday so I checked with my leader and I was able to go to group in Dublin. It even came off my countdown, so no need to pay. Score!



Now this is where my anxiety severely set in. The same anxiety I got joining my current group for the first time. I feel like a right tit not knowing where I'm going, who the leader is, where everyone sits, etc. etc. So I had decided I wasn't going to go. But then I got pissed off with myself for giving up so easily. I looked up groups and conveniently there was one about to start in half an hour, 5 mins from the house. I knew I had to just go and do it before I thought my self out of it. 

The whole family are on SW now!

Going in I knew I was going to gain, that was fine, I had my sisters 21st three days previous, and although I didn't have a single bite of the Dominos that was being delivered thick and fast to the party, I had been drinking till 7am! +3.5lbs. ARGH!!! But, there was no judgement from my new surrogate Irish group. Just a round of applause for making the effort of going and staying to group, even when away from home. 

And that's exactly what I love about Slimming World, there's never any judgement. Image Therapy is all about support. Encouraging each other, picking each other up, pushing each other on. 

We've talked a lot in group over the last few weeks about smashing that idea of 'dieting'. This isn't a diet. At least I don't feel like it is. It's like a whole new positive, healthy way of eating and living. I'm just annoyed I've spent so much of my life not on the program. 


Poor Fionn just wanted
to get home to bed!
Without sounding like an absolute gobshite, I feel like I have a whole new outlook on life. I'm approaching food differently. For example, we arrived home from Ireland Monday night, dropped Shane to work and got stuck behind a road traffic collision on the M6 for 2 hours. with two toddlers in the car. FUCK.  

Nothing like a boy
and his Mango!!
Old me would have written that off as a bad week and turned to food for comfort. Instead, I woke up Tuesday morning, went to group (another 3lbs gain) then went to Aldi. By the time Shane woke up after his night shift I had soup made, a dozen eggs boiled for snacking for the week, Wednesday's dinner in the slow cooker, and a weeks worth of overnight oats ready to go in the fridge. No matter what is thrown at me this week, I know I'm not turning to food for comfort. 






Now, I know I've gained 6.5lbs over the last two weeks, but 10 nights of dinners out and drinking every day will do that to you. It feels like we have to fit 6 months worth of socialising into a week. Take advantage of the babysitters, and get straight back on plan when we get home. 

If my 9.5lbs loss after Christmas is anything to go by I'll be half a stone down next week. Watch this space!!


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