And it’s another loss, 3lbs this week.

I’m quite pleased again cos I was again unsure about any loss this week. I felt that I’d been fairly bad last weekend. I got myself a takeaway that after ordering I realised that it was 19 bloody sins. (And that didn’t include the noodles!)

However, one of the wise pieces of wisdom that I’ve picked up from one of the guys at the SW group is that it’s only one meal out of twenty one in that week. It’s good to go mental for one meal. You’ve got twenty others to make up the difference.

I need to stop feeling the guilt about having a nice meal or a beer once in a while. It’s dragging me down and I can feel it weighing heavily on my mind. It’s a scary feeling and I have been feeling a bit apprehensive about going to the group.

But I do go and step on the scales of doom for them to register another loss. Another step on the journey down the road towards a life that at 48, I’ve never had. 

Group is everything. The encouragement from those that attend and become friends over the weeks is really half the battle and I can’t recommend staying highly enough. The hints, tips and encouragement that they get is priceless. It’s support worth every penny.

If you’re thinking about losing some weight then I can’t recommend a better plan to follow. This isn’t a diet. It’s a philosophy about thinking differently. Looking at what you’re shovelling down the old piehole and understanding what it is that you’re eating. 

I’d give it a go. Four and a half stone down. I’m halfway to my original target and I hope at this rate to be at my initial target by Christmas.