Stalled but high on life...

Right, I really need to get moving again!!


I lost another lb last week taking me to a total loss of 1 stone, 1 lb and then had a massive, drunken blowout on Sunday (which I will come to later) and put it back on again. I have had stern words with myself and went for a swim at lunchtime to stop the rot but this hovering around on the same weight has GOT to stop! I need to see progress and I need to see it this week.


Anyway, back to the fun stuff and the reason I'm not really regretting the blowout. As I have mentioned once or twice (probably more), Sunday was the day of Sheffield Wednesday's last game of the season. It turned out to be a massive game. We were playing Crystal Palace and whichever team won would stay up in the Championship, the other team being relegated. We had the worse position in that we needed to win whereas Palace could afford to draw and still stay up. It was a monster game - the ground was full and the atmosphere was brilliant.



Chanting, singing our little hearts out, flags, balloons, tension, gut-churning nerves. Marvellous!
The team did their part and played hard taking it to a stomach turning, terrible 2-2 finale. So, we're down but not bowed. And I'm not even that depressed. I was in the pub by 9.40am which involved getting a very early train from the village. Had 4 pints and a bacon sandwich before the game and then it just got worse (better?)! Straight into the pub after the game going pint for pint with the lads. Then into town for bars, a cheesy disco and ending up in a curry house. What a great night. I haven't had such a pure boozing session for a long time - I think the final tally was 14 pints (a classy mixture of bitter and cider...) and 2 shorts!! How many calories is that??? Who cares...



Amazingly I was still able to stand, get a taxi, put the bins out when I got home (breaking but a single jar in the process) and still have all my possessions and a good part of my dignity intact! I do remember bouncing around a dancefloor to The Jam at some point and then looking up to see an old trainee of mine from years ago grinning at me and shaking his head..... The hangover wasn't great but didn't break my good mood so it's all good.



I think what I have taken from it is that it's good to have a blowout once in a while - it's great to feel young(ish) and free from time to time. If that means you have to work a little harder or that you get to your ideal weight a little later then what does it matter? I feel good NOW and want to be enjoying my life NOW not in some theoretical time in the future when I will be the "perfect" shape and weight. That's not to say that I'm not committed to losing weight and maintaining my fitness but I'm going to do it on my terms and at the right pace for me.



I have earned this lee-way by losing all that weight in 2007. I don't think I could have had such a great night out back at my former weight (nearly 20 stone...yikes!). I would have felt fat and unattractive, sweaty, feet hurting and could not have let go in the same way, especially when out with a male crew. So now I can walk as far and as fast as the evening's demands dictate. I can dance (a little wildly), stand up at the bar chatting all night, have a go on the surf board machine in Walkabout without disgracing myself (or showing my knickers like most of the young girls did!) and, in short, am fit and healthy which I was not before.



So, I'm not going to break my regime for just any old thing but I am going to have a good time on the way. If having a lot of fun makes me feel as alive and youthful as last Sunday did then that's worth more than being a lb lighter come Monday morning!!!