You may have noticed that I was very quiet last week. My weekly update about my weight loss journey never appeared. There was a very good reason for this. My proof reader was over in Portland, America for a week and I really don’t want to publish anything that hasn’t been read through by a native English-speaking person. The things needing changing are getting less and less the more I write, but my pride and, hopefully, professionalism want my blogs to have as few mistakes as possible.
Looking at my weight loss during June and July it would be very easy to feel terrible disappointment. Half a stone is not much to write home to Finland about and the old me would probably have felt it wasn’t worth continuing. Luckily there isn’t that much of my old self remaining, and the new version has a totally different outlook on life, concentrating on the bigger picture.
So, why am I okay with looking back at nine summer weeks where my average weight loss per week is less than the pound I’m aiming for? Well, this is the first time ever that I haven’t given up my attempts to lose weight when it comes to the summer months. My old pattern has been to check out at the end of May, leaving me “free” to enjoy summer without limitations. After that in autumn, it always felt too much like hard work picking it all up again, especially since I would have had time to put back on some of the weight I’d managed to lose. The momentum would have passed, or the motivation wasn’t there at all.
Another thing that makes a 7Ib loss a success story is that June and July have been two of the most stressful months I’ve had in years. The good thing has been the weather. Everything else has been a lot of hard work and worry. There’s been money worries because I needed a second job. Then I finally found my second job and with that I needed time to get into my new routines and still have time for my creative work. When I finally thought I could breathe again and thought all my bills had been managed for July, I found out that my first wage from my second job would be heavily taxed, because the wages are prepared around the 15th of the month and the tax office hadn’t had time to process my new tax code by that time in order to send out the information that I didn’t have to pay any tax. Because of this, my last week in July was anything but enjoyable and peaceful, until that unexpected deficit was sorted.
Considering all the stress-eating and lack of tracking during the last nine weeks, I can’t tell you how happy I was yesterday, when I had lost 1Ib or half a kilo after having gained 0.5Ib the previous week. Being able to walk into August lighter than I’ve been in years is an absolute miracle and I am over the moon.
Hopefully I’m now entering a calmer period of my life and can get my focus back on tracking my food properly. Considering that I easily can collect way over 125 activity points per week, only by going to work and walking the dog, my weight should be able to plummet downwards with considerable speed if I am allowed a bit of peace and quiet in my daily life.
By the way, some of you may wonder why I didn’t publish this blog post yesterday after weighing in as I always do. Well, yesterday I had to take my gorgeous male cat Watson to the vets where he was diagnosed with gastritis. My middle-aged feline gentleman has apparently lived too much of a good life. I was totally unaware that the cat food I’ve been feeding him and his sister, mainly because it has been the only thing they would eat, is very rich. It isn’t a very fancy brand or anything but from now on there will be a big change of diet for him too, a much more gastro friendly one. So far, he isn’t impressed, but hopefully that too will settle into a routine after a while. Yesterday this took all my time though, which is why my blog post had to wait until today. Next week we should be back to normal. Fingers crossed!
Have a good week and see you in 6!