Saturday, 25 April 2015

Home Sweet Home

Sometimes it's just good to be where everybody knows your name .... or more precisely to be where your dad welcomes you with open arms and a hug, and cooks you dinner with a bottle of bubbly on the side.  It's nice to be appreciated!

The journey home was very relaxed, although long, and having left France at 4pm on Thursday afternoon, I was relieved to arrive home just before 3pm yesterday afternoon, just under 24 hours later.  To be fair, I had added an overnight in a hotel into that time and a lunch break once I was off the Eurotunnel so I can't complain!

After a glorious night's sleep I'm feeling much refreshed and ready to tackle the list of stuff that needs doing this week, as well as getting some much-needed catch ups sorted with all the people I've missed whilst I've been away ... but it's a different, much more pleasant type of busy than the last couple of weeks have been.  I realised this morning how lovely it is to be able to sit down and relax without feeling vaguely guilty that I should be doing some work for shut-down of the resort or cleaning something somewhere.  Aaaaaaaah .... relax.

One thing that I've got straight back into the swing of is Weightwatchers.  Like last season, my weight has stayed vaguely stable most of the season; it went down a bit in the first half and then it went up a bit, but just in the last couple of weeks it's gone up a bit more again, and I wasn't feeling great about it.  I'm home, I'm ready to do something about it.

Last season, when I got home, I made the mistake of not getting straight back to normal, and instead I let myself enjoy all the things I'd been denied during my 6 month absence and the result was that on top of the 7 or 8 extra lbs I arrived home with, I added another 7 or so.  Not this time.

It's all perspective really, a lot of girls pile on the weight on a  season .... especially the first time seasonaires.  There's been at least 4 girls I've known this season who've added a couple of stones to their frames, and I feel sorry for them because they're going to get home and it's going to hit them that it's going to take work to get rid of it.  I've been more conscious about my weight, maybe because it's something I've always struggled with a bit, so while mine has fluctuated it's not been dramatic.

One thing I should confess to though is that I left for my first season at 12 1/2 stone.  Came home, just over 13 and then added that aforementioned extra half.  I did try last summer to get back down, but somehow it didn't quite happen, so I was just under 13 1/2 when I went away this winter.  Which means I'm just over 14 now.  Hence not where I want to be, and not a weight I've been for a while now.

I'm not going to let it upset me, as I don't plan on staying here.  There's no point beating myself up about it, as I know I've been eating differently whilst I've been away, and it's not a way I'd ever consider eating here at home, so it's just time to sweep my motivation together and get back to healthy eating.  And you know what?  I'm feeling pretty positive about it.  I'm off on holiday a week today, but rather than either worry about how I'll look in a wetsuit or around the pool, or go to the other extreme and not bother trying until I'm back, I'm just calmly picking up the reins now and getting started.

I rejoined Weightwatchers this morning before I even got out of bed.  I'll have the Chinese takeaway I've been craving for weeks in the next couple of days, but it'll be pointed and tracked.  I'll take what loss I can get this week and I refuse to feel bad about myself on holiday next week.

Frankly, I feel better about where I am in life than I have done for ages at the moment, so why not think of ways to feel better still, than focus on what I haven't achieved yet?

1 comment:

Seren said...

Good for you! With a positive attitude like that, those extra pounds will be gone in no time.