SUN, sea, sand and sangria have equalled fabulous tan and slimmer figure (HURRAH).
After a week jollying around Majorca I have come back with a tan to rival WAGs everywhere and a slimmer appearance.
According to the scales I have actually lost or gained anything, which is quite good considering the sorts of things I was consuming. But tans always make you LOOK slimmer don’t they?
Lesley said it is okay to forget about losing weight and relax on holiday, so that is exactly what I did.
Although I did do lots of swimming, which apparently is a very good all-over workout, I also did plenty of bicep exercise raising me fork and cocktail glass to my gleefully wide mouth.
My friend Helen and I also spent a day running up and down stairs and steep hills to ride on water flumes as well.
Actually, now I think about it- I probably did more exercise than I do normally- haha! SCORE! I am practically a saint in the world of weight loss.
Okay not quite, but at least I didn’t gain any extra pounds. My suitcase almost hit 20kg with the amount of alcohol I brought home though. Ah well, some of it was apple and peach schnapps which I am sure will count as one of my five-a-day if I have enough.
The trick now is to keep the tan and also keep up my new-found Sainthood.
To this end, I am about to jolly off to Hutton Moor Leisure Centre for some hardcore breaststroke with a friend.
Does it still count if we go to the pub for a gossip afterwards? The pint may undo all the hardwork, but in my defence, I will be working my jaw!
THESE past few weeks I have been kind of losing the plot a bit- for several reasons- hence the lack of blog posts! (sorry)
I’ve lost weight, which is obviously a good thing, but I think this was mainly due to losing someone in my life that meant a lot to me, catching a horrible cold and running back and forth to the pier like a mad ‘un (it caught fire, in case you hadn’t heard).
So last week I lost 3lb, someone special, my health and my lunch hours!
But this week is looking brighter and I am determined to keep on the straight and narrow now.
Having a cold meant I didn’t really feel like eating, but since returning to a normal diet I’ve realised that I really can listen to my body and put the fork down when I am full.
I think what my hypnotist Lesley had to do is combat all the other ‘hypnotising’ we get when we are younger. We are programmed to think that if we clean are plates we are a ‘good girl’ and we can go outside and play. We’re also told not to waste and be grateful for food when so many others in the world have to do without.
I’m finally starting to realise that I don’t have to finish every last bit and it might be a good idea not to cook so much in the first place.
I know weight isn’t the only measure of success. I’ve noticed other things too. Like my tight trousers are now my ‘well-fitting’ trousers and my T-shirts aren’t as snug as they once were.
Which are all very good signs, because soon I will be jetting off to warmer climates, hopefully to sip Sangaria, get a gorgeous tan and perhaps catch the attention of the local hotties!
Who knows?