Weird-ass scales

Well, I truly do not know what's going on with my scales; either they're teasing me this morning, or they well and truly stuck two fingers up at me yesterday, but according to them I'm between 3 and 4lbs lighter this morning (I stepped on twice as I didn't believe it the first time).

Whatever happened, this puts me in new lighter-than-ever territory which is pretty nice, so now I've just got to behave and keep it there!

Food was fine yesterday, and looking at the last couple of weeks, I seem to be settling into a fairly comfortable rhythm recently whereby I get everything I want and need, and I'm able to save points as I need to. Most days I'll earn some activity points, and I usually use 1 or 2 on the day, but bank the rest. This seems to work pretty well as it gives me a bit of wiggle room come the weekend.

Yesterday evening was spin class, followed by 12 mins jogging on the treadmill. When I run after spinning I just do what I feel comfortable with, with a min of 10 mins, since I've already done something pretty intense. Last night I felt pretty strong hence the couple of extra minutes, and I also knocked my pace up my an increment in the last 5 mins. Increments on our treadmills are only 0.1 kph, so it's pretty small, but I figure a little bit here and there will increase my pace in the long run, and I know I could have gone significantly longer had I chosen to - I stopped because I felt satisfied with what I'd done.

I had on a funky new workout top last night (bright, bright emerald green - I guess I'm not exactly the shy and retiring type) and my instructor, Tim, commented on it when I hopped on my bike at the start of the class. It's nice that I feel confident enough these days that I take that as a compliment, or at the very least a neutral comment, and don't just feel like there's something wrong with it or I'm being laughed at. When we split into teams to race off, I was captaining my side of the class, so Tim obviously nicknamed us the "mean, green racing machines" - in his face, because we won, courtesy of yours truly going head to head in a captains race off because the teams were tied. Me, competitive??? Oh HELL yeah!

So that was yesterday, today's going well, although I don't quite know what my plans are for tonight. No exercise though, I think, as I've got about 3 million things I need to do, including popping round to see my dad and doing a food shop, and was also supposed to be seeing the girls too - I think Dad should come first for a change though as I have been a terrible daughter of late!

Into the unknown

Without stepping on the scales in the mornings, I'm feeling a little bit lost this week. I don't know whether I'm up, or down, or exactly where I was on Monday, which is strange for me as I'm used to knowing exactly what weight I am.

I find it hard not to get paranoid that nothing's happening, or worse, that something is happening and it's a gain. I don't know where this paranoia comes from - whether it's still a sense of disbelief that Weight Watchers not only works, but that I'm managing to stick to it, or if it's a lack of confidence in my own continuing abilities to keep going like this - but I wish it would fade and go away.

I'm not going to let my sense of unease put me off though. I've been good so far this week, and although there's a few challenges coming up over the weekend, I see no reason why I can't see this week out successfully.

I'm now going out for dinner on Friday night - think I shall ring the restaurant either tonight or tomorrow and get the menu so I can mull my choices over and do a bit of planning. It's hard to point their food as everything is homecooked, and generally quite luxurious, but on the upside everything's homecooked (lol) from good, fresh ingredients, lots of veg (and tasty veg, not anaemic, floppy things resembling carrots), and if you ask nicely they're willing to be flexible over stuff. I'm also thinking walk to and from the restaurant (20 mins each way) and stay off the booze - there's going to be enough of that over the rest of the weekend!

I'm then heading down to Ascot overnight on Saturday. We're going to the horse races during the day (DANGER!!!! The legendary Ascot burgers ahoy - VERY bad idea - need to steer clear of that!) whoop - can't wait, that's going to be so much fun! And then in the evening we're going straight out for dinner. Luckily, I've been let off the hook a bit here as the restaurant for the evening is Asian cuisine, and we've been asked to pre-order - I've asked for a sizzling prawn dish with ginger and lime, which should be pretty healthy. As long as I stick to a small portion of plain rice, avoid the prawn crackers, and maybe get some thin soup to fill me up, I should be ok.

Oh, and STAY AWAY FROM THE WINE. AND THE PIMMS.

Okaaaaay - there's my plan. I feel a bit calmer knowing what I'm doing.

Aftermath

I'm feeling the tiniest little bit of an ache in my back and shoulders this morning from Combat last night, but in a nice way - just letting me know that I used some different muscles from usual last night.

I resolutely put the scales away in the cupboard this morning, so I don't know which way they went this morning. For the moment I'm going to try and avoid them til Monday's weigh in, basically just because I've been having a bit of a think about stuff, and my attitude to this whole thing, and think I need to have a bit of a re-adjust. I'm still thinking it all out, so more on that when I've got it straight in my head.

I've not got too much on this weekend. I'm meeting Jo in a couple of hours time for dinner and the cinema - I'm pretty sure we're going to Ask, so I've taken the liberty of sitting down with the menu this morning and working out what I'm going to eat, so I don't have to think about it and make bad decisions when I get there.

I have no fixed plans for tomorrow at the moment, beyond trying to remember to get my bike fixed, and then Sunday I'm off to Wembley Stadium to see Take That with Jo - yaaaay - cheesey, girly, good times ahead! :o)