Saturday, 31 March 2012

Nice Soup!

I made some Carrot and Coriander soup today which is odd as it's my least favourite soup. Whenever I"ve had it, it's always been really bland and dull.

I only made it because I had a bag of carrots that had been lurking in the bottom of the fridge for waaaaay too long.

Anyway, I followed the recipe from the BBC website and yes, it was bland.

So i had a look round the the kitchen and found an orange, some dried chilli, red lentils, some coriander roots and some white wine vinegar. I used the zest and juice of the orange about a table spoon of the vinegar fine chopped root and the tiniest sprinkle of chilli flakes. And I mean tiny.

Pepped it up no end and made it palatable.

and only 1 point per serving.

And 11 for the two cheddar scones that went with it. But that's fine. I'm allowed once in a while :-)

Some Randoms

I bought a bag of Maltesers after a particularly rough day at work. I ate 4. I didn't want any more. This is inconceivable, or at least was a few months ago. If I bought chocolate, I ate the lot. In one go. Often without taking a breath. 

If Weight Watchers has taught me anything, it's how to value food. I love chocolate, but often used it compulsively as a psychological crutch to make me feel better but until recently, I'd rarely actually *considered* it. Chocolate is a beautifully complex flavour that warrants serious consideration which you can't do by sticking you face in a big bowl of it and inhaling. It really needs to be savoured.

I had a conversation with a friend of mine a while back about the music of Leonard Cohen. I love his music and consider myself a rabid fan but, perversely, almost never listen to him. My reasoning for this is that his music is so beautiful that it would be tragic if it became commonplace.

Chocolate, I've learned, is the same. Chocolate, so commonplace, is valueless; it deserves restraint and consideration.

Today, I went to Hotel Chocolate and bought and extraordinary amount of chocolate, mostly for other people, but there is some for me. It's in the fridge. 

And I have no compulsion to eat it.

I think this is a major step forward.

The Maltesers, incidentally, took 4 days to finish. Not bad for a 37 gram bag.


 had to buy some shoes today. I've got a nasty bout of plantar fasciitis and my doctor recommended a foot with a heel to alleviate the pain.

So I find myself in TK Maxx - not my natural habitat - skulking around the shoe section, select a pair that are, frankly, awesomely comfortable and go to pay.

Now the thing about TK Maxx, and presumably most clothing shops, it's that it is rammed with full length mirrors. I don't have any mirrors in the house bar one for shaving. i think this is largely because I loathe looking at my fat form. I used to be quite vain . . . well . . . a New Romantic and latterly a Goth back when I was slim and gorgeous enough to turn a straight boys head, but I digress. :-D

I saw myself in a mirror for the first time in several years.

I looked overweight, obviously, but here's the thing. I was dressed in the way that a bloke who's lost a lot of weight dresses, that is, as normal, but everything looked to big and baggy. 

It's that transitional state between being fat and buying new clothes to fit the new shape. 

I celebrated by buying a new shirt.

Except I forgot I was smaller and still bought an XXL instead of an XL :-) Doesn't matter. Donna Karan looks GREAT baggy ;-)

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

By the way

. . . did I mention I started wearing ankle weights yesterday?

Getting up the hill to work has taken on a whole new level of pain.

But apparently it'll make my bum look awesome.

The wrist weights turn up later in the week but are going to be much more difficult to hide. Why doesn't someone market nice jewellery made from very dense metals? That way you wouldn't have to hide it...

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Another Happy Moment


I'm wearing this shirt, right. A favourite in the v. butch lumberjack stylee (very 80's gay bar).

My partner notices that "it's flapping around a bit" which means that the weight loss is beginning to show :-)

The shirt is XXL.

My partner is L

I tried one of his L shirts on and it was *just* too tight.

I have this amazing feeling I've dropped a size and for the first time in about 10 years, can buy XL clothes.

I get paid on Friday. This could get messy :-)

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Engage Smug Mode

Can I just point out some stuff? 

The temptations this week have been horrific. On Monday, I went to the dentist and couldn't sleep on Monday night because of the pain. As a result, rather than sleeping, I spent monday night baking, somewhat bizarrely. 

I made cheese scones, a quiche, a chocolate tray bake, an humungous Carrot Cake, Jammie Dodgers, Lemon Fingers, chocolate chip cookies ( 1lot with dark chocolate and one lot with white chocolate and raspberry pieces.

With the exception of four scones and about 6 biscuits, I ate none of the above, instead bequeathing it to the various offices I worked at at the University. That was temptation for Tuesday and Wednesday (they didn't last long). On Thursday, someone brought in a further 6 cakes (shop bought) and on Friday it was a colleagues birthday and they got a full on birthday party with nibbles, sausage rolls, pringles, malteaser cake, wine gums (!) and various other bits and pieces...

Not only did I resist, but, to be honest, I didn't want any of it, seeing nothing but a sea of fat and sugar.

How times are changing . . .

If this thing had sound . . .

you'd be hearing the 'Hallelujah Chorus' right now. :-)

For the first time in 12 years, my weight, after 4 painful weeks of plateauing has dropped below 18 stones.

Four weeks of being at 18 stones has been horrendous. I've been good with my points and even exercised, but for one whole time-stopping, will-sapping month, I steadfastly stuck at 18st.

Today, my weigh in was 17st 12lb. 

I am not 18 stones anymore :-)

Friday, 16 March 2012

One thing is certain . . .

Let's examine this list:
  • one badly bruised hip and elbow
  • one broken mug
  • one coffee stain on the new carpet
  • one cracked arm chair.

I'm never doing Zumba again!

I'll stick with the wii-fit plus for the time being, thank you very much.

Wednesday, 14 March 2012


Okay. Just eating up to my points has stopped working.

I loathe exercise. I loathe getting sweaty. I loathe sport.

This maybe be why I"m chunky, of course...but I used to do dance and theatre which kept me fit enough.

Stage fright struck suddenly which stopped my theatrical pursuits. 

So....what do i do?

Well, I have no compulsion to go to a gym. I've tried that and found them to be unpleasant, unfriendly places. So, I'm staring up with the Wii. Wii-fit for starters and I have Zumba on order.

I've done a couple of days of Wii (with the curtains closed and while my partner is at work) and I can't really say I've had fun, exactly, but I've felt the heart beating like an avalanche and....gulp...sweat. Ugh!

I'm guessing I'll keep it up, assuming my partner isn't around, so maybe things will start moving again.... and maybe the Zumba will be a giggle... but I"m doing this under duress . . .

<mutter Mutter grumble>

Sunday, 11 March 2012


I've not lost any weight since 19th February's weigh in. Im still stuck n the 18 stone barrier and losing heart.

I'm eating less that my points per day (I've rest to 47 from 49) and never go into my weekly points allowance. I sometimes use a couple of my activity points swap.

But I've stopped losing weight.

Which is annoying.

And disheartening.


Monday, 5 March 2012

Cinderella and the Leather Coat Imperative

I used to work in the music industry and it was de rigeur, at the time, to have a bum-freezer leather coat.

Mine went everywhere with me. I lived in it; slept in it in the backs of vans; traveled around the world in it.

It had seen better days and was relegated to the back of the wardrobe. About 10 years ago, without having worn it for 5 years, I had it cleaned and mended and, when I got it home and put it on, discovered that I couldn't do the buttons up, such was my size. Appalled, I consigned it to languishing in the backs of many cupboards since then, a memento of a bygone era.

We moved house about a week ago and it surfaced again. Somewhat wistfully, I put it on, wondering if I could get away with it not being done up. 

Except, it felt a bit...not...baggy exactly. But ... large.

With trembling fingers, I attempted to do the buttons up and . . .

Oh God I felt like Cinderella!! 

With beaming grin, I skipped around B&Q car park, danced down the aisles at Sainsbury's and, probably to the bemusement, if not concern of anyone within earshot announced at every opportunity, "I can do the buttons up!"