Home stretch

7 days to go, this really is the home stretch. Trying to be extra good to end on a high (or lower even) note.

I have had a lot of questions about making payment when I have finished. If you are coming to the party then you can bring your sponsorship with you. (I'll be contacting everyone individually with their total so don't worry if you have forgotten what your original pledge was).

If you are not coming or would rather pay in advance then you can pay through Justgiving. They will also reclaim tax via giftaid if you are a taxpayer (if you pay me I will claim giftaid for the total as I am also now a taxpayer so either way it'll get included). Or post me a cheque.

I'll be speaking to every sponsor by email or telephone next week so can answer further questions then - just thought I would post something here to answer the immediate questions.

What? Groin strain? You have to be kidding.

9 days to go and I have a grade II groin strain. No exercise until it is better. WHAT??

I guess it could be worse as we are still housebound with the chickenpox anyway. It's very very frustrating though, the week where I was going to exercise for England and I can barely walk. grr.

Housebound! Nooooooo.

Wee C has come home with Chickenpox. Which means we are housebound until she's better. Which means no exercise and boredom. Boredom = snacky head. No no no no nooooo.

The challenges just keep on coming. Only 12 days to go - I CAN do it.

Coming to the end now

Only 15 days to go.
I'm not going to post any more weight updates now until the finish on the 8th April.

Last week only saw a 1lb loss which is a little disappointing this close to the end however considering I spent Easter with my in-laws who were trying to 'fatten me up' it's not as bad as it first seems!

3 bags full of pain

In the middle of my lounge floor I have three very large sacks of Jes's belongings. We took them from the boat back in October as they are things that we may be able to sell or are bike stuff that we may be able to pass on to a good home.

Graham drove about with them in the boot of his car for three weeks, neither of us feeling able to deal with them. They then went into the garage for the winter.

They have now migrated to the lounge to be sorted out. So far they have been in here for 4 days. We keep moving them about carefully avoiding actually opening them.

I've never been so afraid of a few plastic bags before. I know that opening them is going to bring back memories and pain.

On the bright side, the thought of it has taken my appetite away totally.

Stonking

Another good week - hurrah. I was wondering if my lower levels of exercise last week would make a difference but I seem to have been OK. Of course this week is going to be a toughie with Easter Eggs and a trip to the in-laws on the horizon. Only 3 weeks to go is helping focus my thoughts though so hopefully I'll be strong.

Also helping my remain focused is my day at Pennyhill Park Spa at the end of the shrink - I have to be in a bathing suit all day - amazing how that polarises the thoughts!!

Happy St Patricks Day and Happy Birthday to Emma.

This bl**dy lurgy

Am getting really REALLY fed up with being ill. You'd think with all this healthy living I would have a stronger immune system but this last month I have bounced from one thing to the next - none of them serious but all uncomfortable and interfering with my ability to exercise. I have yet another cold and a head full of mucous - oh joy.

Back on track

Hurrah.
Definitely a better week.
I have now lost exactly 5 stones.
That is 70lb.
It feels incredible.
It's looking pretty good too.
I've realised my thoughts of trying to reach 80lb were a little ambitious - it is extremely unlikely that will happen now.
I'm still doing really well though.
Went to Bluewater yesterday and bought some new clothes. Amazing experience. I went into all these shops that I have never even noticed before - shops that only go up to a size 14!! I felt like a princess.

Looking up

After such a bad week I seem to have pulled myself back together and have been feeling much more focused and motivated the last four days. Unfortunately I have a stinking cold and a cracker of a headache so am struggling but struggling is better than giving in.

Not as bad as it could have been

I somehow didn't gain 5lb - I actually lost half a lb. Phew.
I now have to really pull myself together this week and try and get things back on track - if I carry on like last week I'll not even reach 70lb
I guess after such a good run - there was inevitably going to be a hiccough. Time to get serious. Only 5 weeks to go.

Help - failing fast

Things really have deteriorated. Yesterday saw us all having a blow out lunch in TGI Fridays. Despite choosing what looked like a good choice it came out deep fried and so was even worse than I expected. On the up-side I really could only manage just over half of it so the damage was limited and I had no space for dessert.

Today is mothers day. After a lovely lie-in, breakfast in bed, flowers from C and a stunning bracelet from G, I am still feeling totally unmotivated to eat well and exercise.

Complete lack of motivation.
An all time motivation low
Bah humbug

Struggling

I'm completely demoralised by last week's failure to lose anything. Because I worked so hard it feels even more unfair. Monday was my worst diet day yet - not so much in what I ate but my attitude. I've been trying all week to pull it back together but I still feel really bad about it all.

Not being helped by a case of wine appearing on the doorstep yesterday, of which significant sampling was made last night and now I have a rather poorly head :-(

I also got very upset about Jes last night, particularly about the failings of the health service to diagnose and then treat him. I understand it's the angry stage of grief.

So I'm not holding out much hope for this weeks weigh in. 80lb is definitely not going to happen but I might still make 70lb. I have to stop pushing myself unrealistically and focus on how well I have done. Little self-pep talk there.