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Me again!

This blog is going to be a long one…

To sum up my week:

I’m back in the game – I went to the gym 4 times, 2 sessions with Matt and 2 cardio sessions (25mins cycling and 30 mins cross trainer, with some good mornings, push press and leg extensions thrown in for good measure). My step count was 63,877 (though I’m sure that would have been higher had I been carrying my phone last night with all the dancing I did).

I went out last night, which resulted in multiple glasses of wine and gin & tonic’s (oops!) I also took a Guinness cake to work for a birthday and had some. I’ve stuck to the food diary all week, apart from yesterday.

I spent most of the week home alone with my husband away, meaning I did not even bother to cook proper dinners, never mind a new one. Therefore I failed on that task, however I did cook a favourite of mine – massaman curry, slow cooker style. It delivers on taste every time and is an easy thing to do, as you let it cook slowly in the slow cooker. I’ve put a link for the recipe below…I should add that I use half of the butter and don’t bother adding peanuts at the end as they are unnecessary calories.

Macros:

  • Calories: 456
  • Fat: 15.4g
  • Protein: 55.5g
  • Carbs: 23.9g

My measurements are Hips: 99.5cm and Waist: 103cm – not too bad…need to keep going!

This week will mostly consist on me moaning about an issue that I have had to deal with for quite some time…my weight…

More specifically, I’m talking about other people’s fascination with my weight…

Without sounding like a miserable so and so, it has got to the point where I am completely fed up and have decided to call people out on it…the idea for this post has been sitting with me for a while and is something I nearly post on Facebook, but have managed to hold back on.

I am a yo-yo dieter. I will admit this. In recent times however (with Matt’s help), I have managed to lose weight steadily through changing my overall eating habits and not on the latest fad diet. As a result, last year, I lost a significant amount of weight for my wedding in October…and boy did I know about it! I had a lot of well-wishers let me know just how great I looked, how much weight I’d lost. I accepted their kind words as gracefully as possible (I’m not overly comfortable in receiving compliments – this is where I get heckled by my close friends and siblings!)

In reality, 2 thoughts went through my mind:

  1. Was I that grossly overweight before?
  2. I am a bit tired of being told how much weight I’ve lost…in the nicest possible way, I am pretty aware of this!

Don’t get me wrong, it’s lovely to hear and I would sometimes even joke about it myself. But it did lead me to question whether I was only as good as my current size…

Skip forward 10 months and my weight piled back on. I have many reasons for this, the main one being that I had so much on my metaphorical plate, that I didn’t overly care what was on my physical plate – whatever was quick and easy! But like when I lost the weight, boy, did I know that it had gone back on. Unfortunately, when I gain weight, it tends to collect on my stomach.

As a result, I am constantly asked if I am pregnant.

When I say constantly, I mean daily. How are you supposed to answer such a question in the least awkward way? My favourites include a simple yes (just to see how long I can stay pregnant before they realise that I’ve had the world’s longest gestation), straight out no, ‘it’s a food baby’, or rub my belly until they join in, at which point I point out that they are rubbing my fat…

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Okay great …. Now please get the fuck off me

The reactions I get when people realise their mistake varies from mortification on their part to a blasé ‘oh well’ response and anything in between. I have never ever made the mistake to ask someone they are pregnant…simply because I don’t wish to be wrong and cause offence. To top it all off though, I also then get asked, ‘well when are you going to have a baby?’ because everyone knows that first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby’s carriage…but that is a whole other can of worms that I may share at a later date…

That aside, I try not to give people that ask me if I’m pregnant a hard time…it’s an easy mistake to make I guess, seen as I am so rounded (literally!) I really would like to call out the people that have an opinion on my weight…my favourite comments being:

‘I can see that married life suits you’

‘Are you gaining weight or is it because you’re wearing your summer clothes?’

The various people that actually squeezed my fat…

I kid you not, this happens daily. Why? Why is my weight / size / excess of adipose tissue of such importance that people feel the need to point it out? I don’t go around to people saying, ‘hey buddy, I can see a few grey hairs and wrinkles there…are you getting old?’

As I write this, I feel as though I am sounding more and more bitter about this point, when that was not really my intention. I just feel I should point out that there is more to life then one’s trouser size…the world is hard enough without people making it harder for each other, right? I have decided myself not to make comment on someone’s weight – if they’re healthy and happy, then so am I! After all, isn’t that what life’s all about?

If you wish to share your thoughts on this, drop me a comment…I’m open to a debate on the subject 🙂

P.S. Here’s the link for that amazing recipe http://allrecipes.co.uk/recipe/8587/slow-cooker-massaman-curry.aspx

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2 comments
Jojo says August 22, 2016

Love this and also recipe getting used this week thanks xx

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    Sammyboop says August 29, 2016

    Thanks for the comment Jojo, hope you liked the recipe!

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