This is coming off the back of a particularly bad week that did not go as planned. The story goes something like this.

I turned up to my usual weigh in for Slimming World expecting a loss, albeit a small one as I was only on plan about 80% of the time. However it was the week after star week which usually gives me a pretty good loss. Even a half pound gain would have been acceptable. I was feeling pretty sure of myself. So I queue up and smile sweetly at the lovely lady weighing us. I step confidently on the step of doom and wait. She looks up straight faced and quietly says "You've put on three."

WHAT!!!

HOW THE HELL HAVE I PUT ON 3LB!!!!!!

Needless to say I was both shocked and devastated. I went and sat in my usual chair at the back in the corner and had a little cry. One of the newer ladies noticed me and asked if I was OK. Of course this just made me worse. We talked about making sure I was having a mixture of healthy extra B choices because that could contribute to a lack of bowel movements which of course makes you weigh more. She was lovely and tried really hard to make me feel better but at this point nothing was really helping. I'm more than happy to accept a gain if I know where it has come from but this was completely unexpected. I thought I'd learned how my body works and how far I can push the boundaries of Slimming World and still lose. I guess I'd got this one seriously wrong.

All I wanted to do was run out the door and never return, but I pulled up my big girl pants and stayed for the dreaded "Now you've had a gain this week. Where do you think that's come from?" So that set me off again and everyone was very supportive and giving me ideas of possibly where the gain had come from, but to be honest I was not in the right mindset to listen properly so I can't really remember what they said. I simply ended my section by looking my consultant in the eye and saying "I'll be fine. I'll go home tonight and have a massive strop and then wake up tomorrow morning with a new determination." An you know what? That's exactly what I did. I pulled up the positive pants and I went at it like it was week 1 again. I was determined. and it showed the following week. I loss 4.5 lbs. Woohoo!!!

The point I'm trying to get across with this story is sometimes things won't go as planned, and that's ok. So long as you don't let one bad weigh in define your whole journey. Remember how far you've already come. Is one gain really going to make you undo all that hard work? If you were cooking a roast dinner and you burnt a few potatoes would you throw out the entire meal? No you would just throw out the potatoes. Just throw away that one week and carry one as normal. Be kind to yourself when you do slip up, no depriving yourself as punishment. Just brush yourself off and start again because you have done so well. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are amazing.

Until next time

Emma

PS: Here's my current before and after pic to remind myself of how far I've come