So it was again time to stand on the Scales of Doom ^(TM) last night. I was feeling good about it. I’d been for a walk every day this last week and with the exception of a slight slip up on Sunday (more later) I’ve been within my syns and eating well.

My T-Shirts are feeling better on me and my older jeans feel better too but the Scales of Doom ^(TM) last night registered a 1.5lb gain.

There was I hoping for a good loss and my first Slimmer of the Week award on this journey but it was not to be. 

I’m not sure of the science behind it or why the additional exercise would lead to a gain but it may be that I have lost some of the flab but replaced it with muscle. My fat cells may be holding water and that I may have a Slimming World Woosh and lose a larger amount next week.

The Mum.

This is why I had a bad Sunday. 

I’d booked in to go and see the Mum on Sunday in her bedroom. This is the first time that I had been allowed inside the home and to visit her actually in her room. I was very excited for the visit as she’s been there nearly a year now and I’d only managed to get into the lobby.

I had to arrive 30 minutes early so I could get a LFT and then visit in her room. No problems with that. 

When I got to room, I was left to get on with her. She was sat in bed and the TV was on. It was E4 and Married at First Sight was playing. (Oddly the TV wasn’t the one that I had taken in for her).

She was lying in the bed and her head was over to her left but didn’t seem to have the strength to move her head. As the TV was on, her attention was with that. Thankfully, she did seem to recognise me but I was totally unable to have a conversation with her more than just yes or no answers.  

There were crash mats either side of the bed and the bed was quite low to the floor. It suggests that she has fallen from bed more than once.

I sat with her for about 20 minutes but she drifted between watching the telly and sleeping. I had to go and left her room. On the way out I spoke with the Nurse and she said that she was going to go in to give her some medication. She came back in and we moved a chair around so that I could sit next to the bed. Even so, she was silent and fell asleep again. It was time to leave and head off.

It was so upsetting to see her like that. I sat in my car and burst into tears. Not great. I drove home and went shopping and just lost it. I ate so much junk that I clearly ruined the rest of the week. What a pile of poo!

The week.

Strictly speaking, the rest of the week had been good. I’ve been in my syns limits all week and had walked every day since the last weigh in. Even on Sunday I’d done 8000 steps mostly at Fuel Rock Club where the dance floor is open and a DJ is spinning the tunes. 

Of course, living in North Cardiff, every walk includes up and down hills. The heart is really pumping at the end of the walk and I’m usually sweating buckets. 

I am disappointed by this weeks result and perhaps a little disheartened by it but I know that it’s a blip and that I will bounce back again from it.

My t-shirts are fitting better so perhaps my shape has changed rather than my weight being lost. 

I’m not feeling to good today. I have developed a cold from somewhere. I have a sore throat and a stuffy nose with a bit of a headache. It’s not helped having workmen drilling and replacing windows and doors but I suppose that’s just bad timing.

As I write it’s about 9.50am and they’re nearly done with the downstairs. If they’re this quick with upstairs then they’ll be done by lunchtime and I can go back to bed for a few hours this afternoon. Not a great start but it will get better. 

The weekend won’t be great. I am due to go out for the evening on Saturday for a mates birthday. There will be food and booze so I will need to be careful. 

As always, I’ll let you know how it goes. 

Thanks for reading. 

Phil.