Picking up the Pace
March 31, 2014
Summertime! (Sorry, I’m still very excited by the fact that we are now in BST!). It was still light enough to enjoy an evening stroll at 8pm last night (and warm enough to just wear a cardigan and no coat). I very definitely had a spring in my step as I walked through the park and saw some early wild purple pansies “closing up” for the night. There were still a group of people playing football and the local dog walkers seemed to be a bit more sprightly as the “last walk of the day” took place before dusk had really descended.
The prospect of wearing light summer clothes is pleasing… less pleasing is the fact that most of my light summer clothes don’t actually fit at the moment. I have two options. Option one is to buy more summer clothes in a bigger size... or Option two – which is to make a concerted effort to get into the items already paid for. Given that the spare bedroom wardrobe is full of clothes that I think are really beautiful and I’ve kept them because they are a huge incentive to return to more “slender times”... I’m going for Option Two. (It’s a no-brainer really… why spend money buying clothes that I won’t be happy with when, if I focus and knuckle down, I know I will be able to get into all of my former summer favourites).
I don’t know whether it is the onset of BST or the fact that the temperature has been so much milder over the last few days,
but I have also decided to “pick up the pace” in terms of my weight loss journey.
I have been losing half-a-pound a week during the winter months. This is due to a number of factors. I know I’m more lethargic during dark days. I bundle up in thick winter woollies and, whilst I was desperate not to see my waistline expand any further, I was also content to let the weight come off at the slowest of rates.
Medical matters have taken up quite a lot of my focus since September and side effects from elephant-sized tablets haven’t done me any favours in terms of my mood, appetite, or general well-being… but I’m feeling much better both physically and am hopeful that a conversation with my GP will give me the go-ahead to ditch the tablets that cause me the most “bother” and given that my “headspace” is well and truly set for summer I figure this is a great point in my journey to try for a two pound-a-week goal. Part of it is down to impatience. I know the clothes in the spare room are seasonal...and I’d like to get into them as soon as the Met Office officially proclaims the arrival of summer (which I calculate is in around twelve weeks). If I could sustain a two-pound-a-week loss until then I know most of the clothes will fit.
I also know that “picking up the pace” will require more focus and effort from me.
I need to make sure I stick to my exercise schedule; I know that my current casual treats of a glass of wine or a chocolate bar will have to be reined in... but I also know that being able to wear outfits that I know I look (and feel) great in are worth it.
It will take planning and preparation on my part (I’m realising that there are a proliferation of P’s in this piece…!!) but I shall make it a Project. When I’m doing my patchwork I know what I want to end result to be. I embark on each quilt with a finished product in mind. I know what I need to do at each stage of putting it together and I find that I enjoy having something to focus on. At the start of a quilt the final result always seems to be a long way away but with each paper template I cut; with each patch that I tack and every time I add another hexagon to it,
I get a sense of satisfaction, of moving forward and of seeing the results of my effort.
There are times when I’m utterly absorbed in the creation of a new quilt. Evenings where I do little else but sew... but there are also times when I lack the motivation to pick up my needlework and so whilst I don’t “go backwards” I don’t make any real progress either.
My weight loss journey is no different and I’ve always maintained that the weight loss journey is exactly that. It is a journey. The initial destination is see numbers on the scales or the tape measure moving in a downwards direction. Once that starts happening then sights are set on getting to goal. Once that momentous day arrives the focus then switches to maintenance and so the journey continues.
I am looking forward to the Gazebo going up at Hudson HQ (which will hereafter be referred to as the “Tootbo” in memory of my splendid sixteen year old cat who spent the majority of his last two summers reclining on the padded cushions of the swing seat, swaying gently with the sun on his fur whilst he supervised the creation of family keepsake quilts). I know that I will spend many happy evenings with the radio and my needlework, dining al fresco with Lovely Husband and even daring to do an evening workout or two in the back garden when the temperature indoors is too hot to exercise comfortably.
I know that two pounds a week is do-able.
The experts here at WLR have provided everything I need to plan and prepare and progress on my weight loss.
Whether I plan to do that half-a-pound a week or two pounds a week – all the tools and tips and strategies are here at my fingertips. I know I can message my WLR friends who are already on the two-pound a week plan for advice and encouragement (just as I did with my half-a-pound pals). I know I can head to the forums to pick up good ideas and wise words. I know that all the help and support I need is out there.
I also know that ultimately it is entirely down to me what I lose and when I lose it.
The flexibility that WLR provides means that I can control my WLR journey to fit in with anything else that is going on in my life.
From a winter beset with medical matters where a slower loss was the best course of action for me to make sure that I continued to see a downward trend (rather than hit an impasse and give up) to a summer full of potential and possibilities which are a huge incentive to make me pick up the pace...
So whatever your pace here on WLR – continue to move forward knowing that you are in control and you can do this (in your own utterly unique way).
With a hug