It’s been one week since I started Slimming World and whilst I am not the type to quit, last night made me think otherwise when after seven days of damned hard work I stood on those scales and found I lost nada, nothing, not a single sodding pound.
I quit Slimming World! I know that it works for many of you out there as it has done for myself in the past. This time around I really went for it, over the past seven days I have spent a fortune on ‘speed/ free foods’, eaten like a rabbit, wondered what the hell I was going to make for each meal of the day and generally felt miserable.
I began with good intentions, I then found myself feeling light-headed and rather dazed by the whole dieting fad. I have followed the plan and have learnt a few things from it, I have certainly made some changes in terms in my diet which I will continue to carry out over time in hope that I might lose a pound or twenty-seven.
After having a social media melt down aka a whine on Facebook I have been told by all and sundry including my sons Teacher not to give up. I am not giving up entirely but I am giving up attending weigh in at £5 a shot. I will buy myself a set of scales, weigh myself each week and try to stick to a plan of sorts.
I don’t need to drive out into the cold, be weighed in front of a room full of people to be told that I need to stick to the plan. I have always been one of those people who do things for themselves and after receiving my beautiful personalised plaque this afternoon I will be sure to give it a go alone.
I am not giving up, I am simply taking hold of the reins for myself.