Sharky and my subconscious
THIS week in my strive for a smaller waist I made two new friends- Sharky and my subconscious.
Sharky, as his name suggests, is a little shark who is now going to swimming around in my stomach, while my subconscious is a pink squishy bubble.
Before you start calling for the men in white coats, let me explain.
My hypnotherapist Lesley introduced me to Sharky on Thursday to help me get rid of some of that bubbler I seem to be carrying around.
When I have a meal I have to picture the miniature shark swimming around all my arteries, eating up all the rubbish and moving so fast he knocks off bits of fat. As Sharky eats he gets smaller and smaller, so he keeps on eating even more.
Lesley said I should try and imagine him when I am eating at work, one of the places I find it hard to try and slow down my shovelling.
During the week I am usually pushing food in with one hand and typing with the other, which is probably one of my main difficulties.
I also met my subconscience, who unfortunately doesn’t have a name but is very pretty none the less.
When I went into hypnosis on Thursday Lesley wanted to talk to my subconscious rather than me so I had to imagine it coming forward.
While those two were chatting away like old friends, I was sort of half aware of what was happening. Sort of like being half asleep in front of the television- you know what programme is on but not a lot else.
At the end Lesley asked me to thank my subconscience for popping in for a chat and I gave it a hug. It sounds bizarre but I could actually feel my arms going around this soft pink thing. It felt nice.
Now I am typing out what happened and reading it back, it does all seem pretty crazy, but trust me, it is working.
I’ve been warned not to weigh myself for a month but I am already noticing a difference in how my clothes fit and I know I am not snacking in between meals, popping out for a chocolate bar and all those other bad habits I used to do.
Don’t get me wrong. I am nowhere nearly saintly, but the trick is not to eat 10 burgers and pizzas just because I fell off the wagon and munched a few sweets.
I am feeling really positive about this whole experiment and I am keeping my fingers crossed.
Roll on summer. I cannot wait to wear a bikini and look like a human rather than a ball of dough covered in dental floss.