18022010 - Another small step...

I knew from the start that this weight journey was going to be a very long journey, its just sometimes I have troubles in accepting it will be a very long journey. I have always been an inpatient person from day dot, so I was always going to have problems in patiently waiting for my body to shrink.

It wasn't until this week that I realised that this week is WEEK SEVEN. I think I got to Week Four and mentally stayed there, a bit like "Ground Hog Day" - same poop, different day! But I am in the middle of Week Seven and honestly, I believe I could have lost more weight than I have. I am not disappointed with the WW system, no way. I am disappointed in myself for not having 110% willpower. White wine has been my downfall and my potholes in this weight loss adventure. A few 'issues' have arisen since late January eg. a hot head of a 3yr old child, my credit card being skimmed, my eldest child's teacher pinpointing every flaw of my child and the non-event which is Valentines Day ... just to name a few. So i turned to the evil wine cask in the fridge. I was just going to have one, then came another and another. It just goes to show I still have mental issues to sort out and with some of those issues, I have no idea how to cope with them without alcohol. But I must say, I have done alright this week. I haven't had a wine since Sunday or Saturday, honestly can't remember. I could have drunk an entire bottle last night, kids had crossed that line too many times, but the mouth ulcers under my tongue couldn't bare any 'nasty' that would make them worse.

I'm also a tad nervous at present. This week, all of a sudden, I've been suffering dull aches in my chest like a form of indigestion or heartburn. Its certainly not the 'usual' indigestion I normally get. It comes and goes every couple of minutes and the longer this goes on, the more anxious I'm becoming. There's a radio announcer here in our town who recently described his experience with a heart attack. He tells the story that the heart pain isn't the sudden stabbing pain that you always see on TV/Movies but more like an indigestion pain after a bad kebab. Mmmmm Kebab, I wish I could have a kebab, then I could at least blame the delicious yet disgusting thing!!!

I shall end on some good news. This morning's weigh-in figure was 122.6kg, a total lost of 8kg in 7wks. Imagine how much more I could have lost if I ignored the wine! So in January I lost 6kg, in February its almost been 3kg. The clothes are certainly alot looser around my hips and my stomach 'overhang' isn't as enormous as it was. The Maundrell 'Mountains' I skull drag the pram & 14kg boy up almost every day are getting easier to climb too.

And Rome certainly wasn't built in a day ......