I weighed myself this morning and the scales are still at 13st 13lb having not budged an ounce since I weighed myself on Friday despite a weekend of healthy eating. Here's where I have to take a deep breath and not press the panic button.
Well, this morning I weighed myself (yes, I'm getting obssessed by the scales again) and I've gained a pound.
Now this is where I DO very much press the panic button.
I haven't eaten chocolate, bread, potatoes, pasta, rice, cakes, biscuits or ANYTHING unhealthy since Jan 2nd. Talk about sinking heart when I saw that this morning.
I can't tell you how my mind has swung dramatically to and fro over the past few weeks. It all started when I decided to take a break from CD at the beginning of December with the full intention of returning to SSing in January (believing that the break would rejuvinate me and kick start my enthusiasm for abstinence). Instead, I found I had lost all interest in the shakes and especially the soups. I almost gagged at the thought of another soup.
So I thought perhaps I needed a whole change of tack. After all, with only 4 stone left to lose (an amount a LOT of people have to lose) why not do it conventionally? A slower, more considered route, adopting healthy eating habits blah, blah, bloody blah.
I did my best to think positively, to try and BELIEVE I could do it this way. LOTS of people lose weight successfully this way - right? But deep down, this nagging little voice was whispering ... yes, lots of people DO lose weight that way - but not you.
Yesterday, having to buy tops a size bigger dealt me a blow that started the cracks in my resolve to go the slow route. Today's encounter with the scales just about obliterated any confidence I had left in my ability to lose weight by any means other than CD.
So what do I do now? I've already emailed my CD and told her I'm jumping ship. I've already phoned the Rosemary Conley woman and said I'll be there on Thursday.
Several scenarios have already been played out in my mind - some feasible, some just plain crazy.
Scenario 1 - Stick with my plan: ignore the weight gain and go to RC on Thurs ... give it a chance.
Downside: What if it doesn't work? What if I waste a month finding out it doesn't work? Plus it's slow ... I know that's supposed to be good but I'm not good with slow.
Scenario 2 - Admit to myself I just can't do it without the security blanket of CD: ignore the boredom, the hunger ... regard the shakes as 'medicine' to get me where I want to be and crack on. In short- bite the bullet.
Downside: I've already told my CDC I can't get my head around SSing anymore - I feel an idiot. And what if I have another go and STILL can't do it? I'll feel an even bigger twit!
Scenario 3 - Buy CD supplies from my CDC (she wouldn't have a problem with this) AND go to Rosemary Conley.
Downside: What the hell am I thinking here?? Straddling the fence? And what about the cost? The RC woman would be highly impressed by the great losses I'd be experiencing but it would all be a sham as I'd be doing a VLCD ... I must be going nuts to have even considered this one!
I feel I'm losing my mind. I feel like a ship in a storm being tossed one way then another: I'm just a screwed up mess right now.
It's our 10th wedding anniversary on Feb 18th and we were going to organise a party but that was when I thought I'd be at goal. At 4st over goal, I don't want a party. I know the whole idea of celebrating an anniversary is just that - to celebrate the event and not how you look but I wanted the whole package .... celebrating 10 years together and do it at my slimmest and loveliest. I DIDN'T want to compromise yet again and have to find an outfit that disguised my fat - that wasn't in my plans at all.
Today I am miserable. Probably more miserable than I have been since starting CD last March. On balance at this precise moment, I'm leaning towards running back to the shelter of CD like the weak willed wimp that I so obviously am.