Day 19~ Target Day At Last !(Now Can I Go and Eat?)
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Finally, on day 19 and the beginning of December I have reached party day and my target’s end. The advent of all things Christmassy heralds the advent also of one more female taking up less space in the bus queue! Or at least I hope so.
My day of starting well and weighing immediately hasn’t quite worked out as I’d planned. A late rising and a sprint to the school gates in my pyjamas with two bleary -eyed children wasn’t quite the image I’d had in mind for party-day kick-off. And so the day has unfolded in similarly chaotic fashion.
Having visited various pamper parlours for substantial party improvements, I realise by midday that not only do I feel like a formula 1 racing car being worked on from all angles, but I have neither eaten yet or weighed. Very helpfully, the previously lost weighing scales tumbled out of the shoe cupbboard this morning with several hundred weight of wellies. So at least I have my old friend back to taunt at me digitally as I balance on one leg to appear lighter.
The moment of truth has finally arrived. It’s only been three weeks dieting, but it feels like three months. Three weeks of no hard cheese ( how ironic!), sugar mice or chocolate oranges. The truth in the beauty of abstinance awaits me….
Yes!! It’s a good reading! Not quite full target, but only 2.2lbs or 1 kilo away from my imagined result! The scales happily announce I’m not so much Ten Ton Tess as ten stone Tess. Fantastic! The flags are duly put up and the lap of honour begins! I feel I should crack open a drink to celebrate, but there are balloons to collect, venues yet to decorate, and babysitters to organise so I fall into abstinence mode once more.. for a little while at least!
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Finally! It is party time and the suit fits so I’m going to wear it!! The whole purpose of the diet was to not feel conscious of myself or my clothes all night; just to enjoy the friends and the music. Mission has been accomplished and the diet is complete……………. or is it…..?
© Tess Egerton 2011
Day 18… Nearly There~ But….
The ‘ fatbuster fairy’ appears to have stolen my scales! The most relevant and necessary gauging tool at this eleventh hour in proceedings and they have disappeared! The scales have vanished! Disaster! Do I blame it on my temporastate of malnourished insanity? Or is it lack of memory from cramming too many million other things into the day to remember where the left hand was placing the scales while the right hand was whipping up a souffle for the kids pudding?
I must have worked off at least 200 calories, running up and down the stairs, emptying cupboards manically, like a woman possessed. They could be anywhere…after all, I am prone to finding the newspaper in the fridge; this is just another example of typical absent mindedness.
The diet continues and I have images of furtive visits to Boots tomorrow; hiding behind the rows of baby talc until no-one is around , then jumping onto their less than generous digital scales. The potential public humiliation of being spotted on a Boots scale is a fate I certainly don’t relish at this late stage in proceedings. Apart from anything else, they’re not accurate! The mini interrogator shoots monitoring questions at it’s visitor before a single foot is stepped on the platform. Age? Height? Body type? Shoe size? Diet Preference? (Would you like fries with that???). Once satisfied one isn’t a hoax visitor or an alien, an invite is issued to step on the scales. It ‘ then hums and harrs’ for an eternity as to whether it’ll add that extra O.5 kilo JUST to annoy it’s desperate dieter. Inevitably, the 0.5 is duly added and the ticket is presented with a fanfare of indiscreet squeaks and clunks. Without fail, it announces an increase of over half a stone , I’m 4 ft 2, 58 years old and my name is Margaret. All for the bargain price of £2.50. Deep Joy.
Only around 30 hours left til deadline!
The house fills with wails as I can’t find my scales
©Tess Egerton 2011
Day 17…. Anyone for Pineapple?
The egg timer has been ticking away furiously for several days, and with a few arduous weeks of dieting behind me, I have a mere 2 days left to go until target and party time! The extra baggage is nearly gone and whatever will be left on the day will have to be disguised with scaffolding and gaffer tape.
So far I have gone into full starvation mode with the flu, minimalisation mode with soup and fruit, a huge hiccup with some chocolate mousse, and with the home run in sight, I find myself living on pineapple and coffee. Quite why I have landed on this combination I really don’t know, but it’s low fat, tastes nice and fills me up. I have also discovered that diet chocolate bars are the way forward for those naughty moments when the devil is sitting on my shoulder blowing big fat ones at my angel on the other!
I have mused endlessly to friends and family on the pro’s and con’s of dieting; the importance of healthy eating whilst trying to lose weight to a tight deadline. We have spent hours chewing the virtual fat about why ‘us girlies’ take it all so seriously in general and why we allow society’s perceptions of physical appearance to affect us at different points in our lives: some times more important than others.
I have survived a family birthday party without eating enough cake to sink a battle ship and seem to be developing new habits in place of the old bad ones … for instance~ not finishing all the kids leftovers at teatime ( almost before they’ve even decided they’re going to be leftovers !).
Panic is setting in as I can feel the contrary side of me niggling away, just willing me to eat a five course creamy curry for devilment. My dreams have consisted of me chewing marshmallows and waking up with the pillow in my mouth. But the party gear now fits and I have only just over 48 hours left to keep it that way.
I need a blind -fold and a staple gun to get me through to Thursday.
Only 2 days left to go…..can she do it? Yes or no?
© Tess Egerton 2011
Day 13…. Lucky or Not??
Well another week of fasting, not feasting has passed and I have arrived on day 13 and it’s a Friday too… unlucky for some! Pity I’ve chosen it as my new weigh-in day… ( I decided Saturdays are SO much fun, it seemed almost sacrilege to blight them with the presence of a mocking digital scales).
After another 7 days of careful food monitoring this week, I’ve been frequently reminding myself that this had ‘better be worth it!’. As the weather has begun to turn colder and the lack of substantial fuel started to chill my bones a little, the concept of why a lot of thin people are often poker-faced suddenly dawned on me…. they’re cold, tired and hungry!! Who WOULDN”T be miserable?! Energy just doesn’t create itself, no matter how hard we try.
Monday , the thrill of having lost some weight and experiencing successful wardrobe renaissance sessions was still fresh enough to provide incentive. Soup, fruit and black coffee virtuously replaced my usual ~ rather more palatable fodder ~of toast, sandwiches, crisps and hot chocolate.
Tuesday and Wednesday spun past in a flurry of workloads and my tum rumbling to remind me I had to eat something, even if it DID look and taste like pitted cardboard. So ryvita and cottage cheese it was! Followed by a whole tin of pineapple rings to remove the wallpaper paste consistency of the cheese. It should surely be called ‘claggy cheese’ NOT ‘cottage’! I have wondered all week if it achieved it’s moniker from having been discovered on the walls of a country ruin somewhere… evil stuff! I found myself mixing it with marmite just to introduce some taste into the glurg. However, when I found it all combined together into a browney-grey lump, it appeared exactly like mashed brain on my plate. Not altogether apppetizing then.
Thursday proved to be a day of attempted~ and failed~ excercise. The god of contrariness was with me and no matter how much I contrived circumstances to allow a short run or fifteen minute jig about, doorbells rang, people stopped to chat and all but a 50 piece brass band piled into the equation. “Ah well, I’ll just have to lose the blubber some other way” I mused whilst eyeing up the mince pies in the local bakery window.
And here we are.. ” thank Crunchie it’s Friday”. Except I’m not allowing myself a Crunchie or anything else lovely for another week. So! I must jump on those scales to elicit some joy out of my week in self deprivation!
Yes! Thank you resultometer!! I have lost another 2 and 1/2 lbs in 7 days! That’s almost a bag of flour’s worth. I wonder where it went to? Maybe it’s melted into the ether and transferred itself via precipitation onto some poor thin person who actually needs it…!
Now it is late on Friday night with only 6 days until my party and the ultimate deadline left to go. I still have 7 lbs left to lose in under a week. Short of several daily seaweed wraps and living on miso soup with spirulina dressing for a week, there’s nothing much i can do, but ” keep calm and carry on”. I guess any spare tyres still to be shifted will soon disappear once my feet find that dancefloor on the 1st December!
Week 3 , my final week
Those final pounds I have to tweak!!
© Tess Egerton 2011
Diet Day 6~ Diminishing Lardiness~ RESULT!
Flu….. but then….
It’s been 4 full days of rather revolting illness, and only today am I starting to recover. This morning I woke up bright and early and actually felt like some resemblance to a human being.
After a strange few days of existing in a semi-conscious state, surfacing occasionally to sip a hot flu remedy then return into another hallucinatory doze, I finally regained consciousness mid afternoon yesterday. It was a revelation indeed as I had no idea what time it was, where I was, or who had taken the children to school. Thankfully for me, the boys’ dad had turned ‘fairy godfather’ for a few days and taken care of everything! One good thing at least.
Revelation number two; I stumbled out of bed to find….. my hip bones!! I had lost weight! UnbeLIEVable! I hadn’t seen my hip bones for almost a year, but now they’re back. Ah my good friends… they had been there all the time but had been cosseted under a blanket of lard. I had lost weight over 4 days and~ amazingly~ didn’t feel so hungry I’d want to eat an entire bun factory PLUS my arm right up to the elbow aswell! The sheer excitement of this discovery wore me out once I’d sat down, so I went back to bed as soon as possible and dreamt of bodycon dresses until the morning.
Too excited to wait until the full first Saturday-to- Saturday diet week was complete, I just had to jump ( too ambitious).. STEP , on to the scales this morning and discover a hopefully glorious result. The digital display danced around for a bit ( as they do, annoyingly), then settled on its final decision..
YES!!! 4 and 1/2 pounds weight loss this week!! A positive start to an incredibly long and arduous six days. The energy is still low, but the spirits are high, high , high! The illness has been foul, but it seems fate has taken my situation in hand this time and dealt me a big positive out of a thoroughly gloomy negative.
Quite where I go from here though, I do NOT know…as soon as I’m fully recovered I will be eating for Britain again; I have to work out a sensible strategy to combat this. With 13 days left to go until the big day, I also realise I had previously miscalculated my dieting countdown by a WHOLE week! Oh dear. I still have 10lbs left to lose! How am I going to achieve that?
The pressure is well and truly on!!
Week two, what am I going to do with you?!
© Tess Egerton 2011
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