Lianne and I went to slimming world last night for our first ever weigh in last night, amazing really you would have thought we were on our way to a firing squad. Now, I have no idea why I felt so terrified, Janet the consultant is lovely, everyone there is so friendly. So why did I feel like running away through Higherford rather than turning and going in that door.
Fear of failure, its inbred into us isn’t it. Not wanting to fail, or stand out as a looser. But really! How crazy is that? You have to take risks and put yourself out there to succeed sometimes. I was talking to a friend who has a very successful business recently and I asked him what he thought his secret to success was. He surprised my with his answer, yes he said work hard put lots in, but he said he felt the main thing was to not be afraid of taking a risk. This has stuck in my mind ever since.
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So in we went, I am ashamed to say I was shaking, what if, after all the hard work I had put in last week, reading the books, no chocolate, less wine, I put weight on! We got in the queue, then decided maybe using the bathroom was a great idea, a last minute attempt to loose an extra pound, ha ha we must have looked like mad women. Then we rejoined the back on the queue! I think putting off the inevitable. The nearer I got to the dreaded scales the more nervous I got. We talked all the way but I can’t actually remember a word of the conversation.
Then there it was the weighing table; it was my turn, we contemplated stripping to our underwear, but I decided I might scare someone, I stepped on the scales and phew I had lost 2.5 pounds. Lianne lost too. I could not stop smiling; I could have kissed the lady that weighed me. It was like a weight had been lifted off my mind, we then went to make ourselves a coffee, got ourselves a chair and sat grinning in a sort of contented, relieved haze. If someone has observed us from the car to that stage; we would have looked like total fruitcakes.
We discussed it on the way home and decided the fear was, fear of working hard all week and getting it wrong. I think in your first week you have to fully accept you are changing you’re eating habits forever. It is a bit of a learning curve. There were people last night that lost 5.5 pounds, some that gained 1 pound but the support of image therapy (that’s what they call it) was fantastic.
I have come away motivated to loose more weight, knowing I can still have a night with friends and as long as I keep to my food, a few extra drinks won’t kill me. I have enjoyed eating healthier and feel I can keep up with it; the question is will I feel exactly the same at weigh in next week?