So last week's results were .... surprising. I had fully expected to stay the same, as it hadn't been the best of weeks, eating-wise, but then I stood on the scales and BAM!!!
Thank you very much, I'll definitely take that! So that puts me at 13st 10.5lbs.
There's a small part of me that thinks "8 weeks and only 6lbs lost ...", but I remind myself that I said all along that this was no race, and I had no timetable. Plus, 6lbs is nearly half a stone, which is an achievement all in its own right, and if I think that really I wanted to lose somewhere between 1 1/2 and 2 stones, then half a stone is a good landmark in that goal. Another part of my brain also realised yesterday, that in another 2lb's time, I'll be back to the weight I was before last ski season, which is also satisfying, as I can view my loss as rolling back time.
Re-framing and all that.
Here's another piece of re-framing for you, which I picked up whilst watching the documentary Hungry For Change last week:
Instead of thinking "I WANT IT but I CAN'T have it", try looking at it as "I CAN have it, but I DON'T WANT it". I've had a couple of times in the last week where I've been eyeing the kitchen cupboards up, with a little voice whining in my head, and then I've flipped the way I looked at it and walked away.
Talking of walking away, and moving away from the weight loss side of life to the job side of life, I may have done something very stupid this week. After 2 months sitting around searching for jobs, and going off to occasional interviews, I got offered a job on Monday. And I turned. It. Down.
What the hell is wrong with me?????
This may well be one of the most idiotic, risky things I've done for ... well .... quite a long time.
I just turned down a job worth nearly £70k a year.
Oh Jesus - I feel a bit faint thinking about it.
But you know what? I didn't feel right. I jumped out of the rat race last year, and I feel like if I'm going to jump back in, then it has to be on my terms. And this job? This job felt like everything was on their terms. From the way they kept changing the length of the contract (it was advertised as 6-9 months, and they were trying to get me to sign an 18 or 24 month fixed term contract in the end), to the way there holiday policy was so restricted, that they tried to make me go from a day rate to on their payroll, and finally that they only gave me 45 mins to make a decision before they were going to offer it to the next candidate. You know what that made me feel? Backed into a corner and like this was going to be a lot more hassle than it's worth. So I said no.
Possibly crazy, but I was getting bad vibes from them when the first interviewer, who would also be my line manager, said "I just want someone who won't give me any hassle". Way to make the candidate feel like you'll be working in a supportive environment, eh?
So now we know that people rate me for work, but I've decided to be picky. Thankfully my dad didn't throw a massive hissy fit about me chucking a well paid work opportunity away and is standing behind me on this one. I can only pity my poor recruitment consultant!