Scunnered with myself

Right then, confession time. I go to WW with a good friend of mine and we both had cack weeks diet-wise last week. I guess the slow-down in weight loss has started to get to me and I just found myself not really trying on a few days last week. Which translates to I over-ate on 3 days out of a possible 7. The upshot is - we bunked off the class. I am completely SCUNNERED with myself. (In case you don't know, scunnered means "hacked off". You can be scunnered, have the scunner etc). When I think of the number of times I have coaxed people to go when they know they are in for bad news. Double standards or what?
So a mental slap in the face has been administered and I am really trying hard this week to make up for things.

I went swimming at 9am on Sunday at our local pool, and thats the first swim I've had since my holidays in November last year. Also, swimming on hols is usually more about cooling down rather than exercise so I don't exactly push myself. Well on Sunday I pushed. I am not a great swimmer - breast stroke and back stroke only - but I did manage 26 laps in 1 hour and I was really pleased with that. Fast forward to 2pm Sunday afternoon when the pain in my arms was so excruciating I would've believed a heart attack was imminent. I couldn't believe how sore my arms were!!! Anyway, glutton for punishment that I am, I am going back to the pool again today.

Its the Glasgow holiday weekend this week, meaning I am on holiday on Friday and Monday. The boss, in an act of benevolence, has decided that we can all finish up at 1pm today to "get the best out of the weekend". Three cheers for the boss then!! Hip hip hooray!!

I am still on target to reach my 50lb loss before going on holidays on 30th October. I have a dress that I am still struggling to do up at the boob area, so I am hoping that with continued losses - even if they are small ones - plus some exertion in the pool I will get that bloomin zip up in time. (I'm actually tempted to take a picture of me in that dress and then poll for opinions on how much weight I'll have to drop to get it zipped up fully hmmmmmmmmm)

I do have one NSV that I am delighted about though. 12 years ago (hard to believe its that long ago) I weighed around 9 stone after having lost a lot of weight without the aid of a slimming club. I bought a gorgeous Calvin Klein suede jacket as my reward, which I think I would've worn twice, cos I would've been keeping it for "good". Even though I grew too big for it, I could never bear to part with it along with the other "skinny" clothes that went the way of the charity shops. I tried it on this week - just out of curiosity - and I can button it up!!!! Don't get me wrong - I'm not comfortable in it cos its still tight, but I'm getting there. It's a small thing really, but I was tickled pink with that. And of course its way cool now that its "vintage".

I am stopping all this nonsense about keeping clothes "for good". I am going to wear all my lovely new (or old) gear and enjoy it.