I’ve mentioned something about how much weight I’ve put on.
The holiday season has wrecked havoc on my waistline, which was not in great shape to start with, in any case. So when I saw the scales tip at 58.6 kgs, I almost cried. I have never weighed so much before. At least not in the recent past.
I knew I’ve been eating badly (cakes, doughnuts, samosas, pizzas, hardly surprising!) but it wasn’t unless I had that jiggling belly episode that I completely panicked. You see, one day over the holidays, inspired by husband using the treadmill everyday, I got on it too. Much to my horror, as I ran, I could feel my tummy jiggling. Horror of horrors! My mirror had been lying to me all this while! I had an inkling that my mirror did make me look thinner than I was, but this was just too much! If had any further doubts, it was soon removed when I went and picked up clothes at the boxing day sales. I wasn’t fitting into my usual size. Couldn’t ask for more proof could I?
It was time for some
drastic action . I am not capable of taking drastic action when it comes to controlling weight, but something needed to be done.
I had a plan in place. I would do a spot of stretches and Pilates in the morning at 5:30 and would get on the treadmill in the evenings after work. I also had plans of taking lunch with me to avoid the temptation of picking up unhealthy stuff from outside. It worked. For a day. The first day after the holidays, I took my lunch in, exercised in the morning and did a 20 minute season on the treadmill. As per plan. First day checked off.
On the next day, I exercised in the morning, didn’t have the time to pack lunch and missed my evening treadmill plan because I was exhausted. Then on, it’s been all downhill. The only thing I’ve managed to stick by is the rule of no sweets. Until yesterday. Today, I’ve gone and dumped that rule too. I’ve been enticed by these!
There’s only so much a girl can resist!