Eating fest

All you thousands of lovely people who read my blog may have noticed that I didn't post last week - that's because I was still away, and I buckled, big time.  Having admirably sought out a Slimming World group near to where we were staying, I went the first week, but as soon as I left the building with the news that I had lost half a pound, I let go - I was on holiday! And what is a holiday without wine, Pringles, Minstrels, and cheese?  So I felt it would be a waste of a fiver to go to the meeting the following week, while still away.

A couple of days into my holiday eating fest, I was at the local Tesco, stocking up on salami and Pringles, and as I stood in the queue to pay I looked at the lady in front of me, more specifically her stomach.  I then looked at my own stomach, and tried to do a comparison.  Did I look like what she looked like? I wondered.  Was I as big as her?  How do others see me?  These were all thoughts going through my head.  I looked at her, and then looked at myself several times before she actually caught me doing it, and gave me an awfully filthy look. I actually thought she was going to whack me over the head, or indeed in the stomach, with her large bottle of coke.  It turned out I am considerably smaller than she is. 

On my back in the car, I tried to place an opened packet of crisps on my lap as I drove.  I was dismayed to realise that there was no room between the steering wheel and my stomach to comfortably place the crisps without them getting crushed.  The last time I was in this predicament was when I was 9 months pregnant.

So anyway, now back at home, I went to my usual SW group last night - a very brave thing to do, considering my two week gluttony - and I had put on three and half pounds.  So this week, I intend to lose four pounds or more, to get myself back on the straight and narrow.