Concerned friends

Recently I’ve had several friends and family ask me some odd questions and make some strange comments.

The latest one was today after I had lunch with my wonderfully talented hairdresser. We were talking about his latest adventure and both enjoyed a paleo vege salad with a chunk of salmon on the top (it was pretty darn tasty!). I knew him prior to the start of my weight loss journey and we’ve shared much gossip over the years while I’ve been getting highlights and a bit of scissor action.

He’s also part of one of my BNI chapters so sees me fairly frequently. On our way to the car park he says “I can report back that you do eat food”. My reaction “of course I eat food, geez man”. It wasn’t his fault nor was he personally indicating that I had an issue with food.

It just struck me as odd. But here’s the kicker, it’s not the first time people have made similar comments, and I know they only say this out of concern for my well-being. My question to them is “I’m eating healthy, well-balanced food, exercising regularly and feel great. Why the heck didn’t you show concern when I was eating crap food and lazing around?”

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Has society gone mad? Why don’t we tell those nearest to us that we are worried about their health when clearly they are overweight/obese? Yet they feel completely happy to question our heathy eating and the side effect of fat loss. Arrrrgghhhhh!!! Makes me mad. So mad that when I got home I ate not just one avocado chocolate mousse but two of them! Don’t worry, it’s a homemade paleo treat, not an everyday food. Pretty yummy too…

Is anyone else having the same issue or am I overly sensitive to it as I’ve heard it frequently over the last 3 years? Do you have any suggested responses that I can use for my concerned friends?

Oh, for those that are interested, I had the weigh in on Sunday for the four week paleo challenge. I lost 400gm of fat, 1.2kg of muscle resulting in 1.6kg loss overall. I know I need to keep an eye on the muscle loss, only one week was my new routine so I’m hoping it’ll sort itself out soon. Not sure that double serving of mousse will make any difference!

muscle lossAs for other measurements, 2cm smaller around my waist, 2cm smaller around my hips, 1cm smaller around my thigh and another 1cm smaller around my calf. Which is a bugger I recently purchased some more clothes and they are already too loose. On the flip side, I’m officially at my smallest since goodness knows when. Perhaps that’s prompting all the questions?!?

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Nervous and a possible sleepless night

I’m on day 7 of my latest challenge and with weigh in tomorrow I’m extremely nervous. Plus I’m also exhausted and absolutely shattered. My mind is racing and I’m having trouble concentrating on tasks – like writing this blog…

I had a conversation with my tummy flab earlier and it went something like this: “I’ve eaten pretty strict Paleo all week and I’ve done lots of sit-ups and crunches, plus I’ve completed a fair chunk of high energy cardio. I’m doing everything I can, so you better bugger off and reveal my ab six-pack immediately, ok?”.

It might seem like a loony thing to do but it made sense to me at the time! I am completely aware that one week isn’t a full indication of my end results but I really need to pull a big number on the scales and measurements to give me a nudge to carry on. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a least one kilo off my base weight as I’ve worked my butt off this week with heaps of exercise and really clean paleo including this yummy raisin bread recipe I found.

My friend that is also doing paleo does his measurements on a Sunday so has texted me his results; and he’s tracking on target. I’ll do my weigh in first thing in the morning like normal – get up, use the toilet, jump on the scales naked and take my measurements, just like I do every Monday morning. But he also wants me to do it again just before dinner and this one is scary – what if I eat too much during the day? Or I drink too much water?

During the week my flatmate brought some fancy new scales that calculate body fat, water and bone density.  We jokingly weighed ourselves on Christmas morning after breakfast; it was all her idea but I’m glad I did it as it’s a better indication of what my body is doing.  And before you go ranting at me, I know it’s not completely scientific, trust me, I’ve googled more than my fair share on this topic. It’s just a way of tracking my progress and by using my normal scales, the fancy scales and the tape measure, I should be able to get a better overall picture of what is going on.

I’ll write a quick blog post tomorrow night, after my double weigh in and let you know the progress. In the meantime, send lightweight, positive and super awesome thoughts my way. And besides, if the scales are not in my favour tomorrow, I can always have a bottle of bubbles and a block of chocolate for breakfast, right? Kidding… kind of…

Day 1. Weigh in

Still in the dreaming phase of this challenge, I didn’t really know what to expect. Sure, it would mean eating meal replacements specifically designed to assist weight loss. Sure, I would have to give up some of my favourite things, but it was only for 8 weeks. I mean how much could I really change in 8 weeks.

Day 1. Weigh in. This was the bit I dreaded the most – how much did I actually weigh? I hadn’t weighed myself in a very long time and the thought of doing this with someone else recording it, was absolutely terrifying. It was scheduled just before lunch which soon became a weekly game with myself.

Don’t eat much for breakfast, wear the lightest clothes I own, go for a pee before getting on the scales. As it turns out, I learnt a lot about some other tricks, but you’ll read about them further on.

Shoes and any excess layers were taken off. The moment of truth… standing on those scales my heart was racing, what was the number going to be?

78.5 kilograms.

OH MY GOODNESS!! Something must be wrong, are the scales working properly? I actually asked them to weigh me three times just to be sure. The scales were correct and I was dealt a massive slap in the face. I thought maybe 70 kilograms at the most. I’m only 5’4″, or 164cm tall.  This ratio was not ideal by any stretch of the imagination.

Oh shit. This was going to be tougher than I thought. I held my composure while the rest of my team got weighed, I can’t remember what their weight was, I was still in shock. It wasn’t until I got to my car that I let myself have a cry. A deep, sobbing, out of control cry. Tears, runny nose, inability to breathe and this incredible sense of sadness. If anyone had seen me like this, they would have thought I’d just heard about a loved one dying. To me, it felt worse.