When you attend a Slimming World class you are weighed every week, and your progress is entirely defined by the amount of weight you’ve lost.
However, the process of losing weight is not all about the number of pounds and stones you’ve shed. Sometimes it’s about things that don’t show on the scales.
It’s about how you now feel about yourself, how your health has improved, how you can do things that previously used to be a struggle, the inches that have gone from your waist, the dress size you’ve dropped and the clothes that you can now fit into.
These are called Non Scale Victories (or NSV for short). They are the achievements and progress you can see but that don’t necessarily show up on the scales.
Everyone’s Non Scale Victories are different. They might be things like:
You can now fit comfortably and confidently into that amazing dress you bought for a special occasion
A friend that hasn’t seen you for a while notices and compliments you on your weight loss
Your health improves so that you can play with your kids
Your muffin top no longer spills out over the top of your jeans
All that body magic has helped you run your first 5 km without stopping
You have extra energy, improved confidence, and generally feel better
All these victories need to be celebrated, and your consultant will be delighted for you to share your Non Scale Victories with the rest of the class!
It’s pretty much 6 months to the day since I last went to a Slimming World class. I can’t even remember the exact reasons why we stopped going. Either way, it no longer seems important. The only important thing is that we’re starting over again!
Last time we did Slimming World I lost a total of 5 stone, so I know the plan works. That’s the only reason we’re going back.
It’s often said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing again and again and expecting a different result. And some people may say it’s insane to be going back to Slimming World – for the 3rd time now – when all that happens is that I lose weight, eventually lose focus, leave, and then put most if not all of it back on again. But what’s the alternative? Not going back at all? If I did that then I would just continue to gain weight, and no good will ever come from that!
So I’m starting over, again. I’m going to a new Slimming World group tomorrow morning, and I’m going to go back on plan. I may not ever reach my ideal weight – but if I give up entirely then I’m probably going to end up in an early grave! Sorry for the bluntness there, but it’s true.
But let’s not dwell on negativity. We’re drawing a line here over the past and looking firmly to the future. A future of healthy eating and hopefully a more healthy body!
I spent a couple of days in hospital earlier this week, with a bit of health scare. Luckily I was given the all-clear, and was allowed to go home after a 34 hour stay.
I arrived in hospital about 12 noon on Tuesday, having only had a small bowl of Bran Flakes that morning. As I waited in the A&E waiting room, I was too nervous to think about eating. But by the time that dinner time came around, I was starving!
So I was delighted to see the catering person pushing a squeaking trolley in my direction. I was less delighted, however, when they offered me either a pre-packaged ham or egg sandwich – on white bread – together with a cup of tea. And that was it! That was dinner!
I was so hungry, I would have gladly eaten the arm off the old lady in the bed next to me, and all they offer me is a two pieces of plastic bread and a slice of ham? The sandwich barely lasted 10 seconds, and if anything I was more hungry having finished it!
The Misses was duly dispatched to find the hospital canteen, but it was closed. The only thing open was a coffee shop, and the only food on offer was more sandwiches/wraps, crisps, and cakes/biscuits! So much for healthy eating in a hospital! There was not a sign of a piece of fruit, a vegetable, or a even a leaf of salad.
Due to the limited choices on offer, all thoughts of food optimisation swiftly left my mind, and I ravenously tore into a tuna and egg wrap, a bag of crisps, a flapjack bar, and a bottle of diet club orange. Not the best dinner I have ever had in my life, but it was better than nothing.
The choice for breakfast the next day wasn’t any better. I was given two small slices of wholewheat bread, some butter, jam and a (full-fat) yoghurt. I don’t really like yoghurts, but it was the only thing on offer, so I ate it.
I was then told that I was to be nil-by-mouth for the rest of the day, as they were trying to get me on a list for a surgical procedure later that day. So I had to lie there on my A&E trolley for the rest of the day listening to my tummy rumbling.
I did go and have the procedure at about 5.00pm, and thankfully it all went well, but by the time I got back to my bed, I had missed the dinner service. And the only thing the staff could offer me to eat was… more bread! This time in the shape of two slices of toast.
In the course of 30 odd hours in hospital, I had been fed 6 slices of bread, butter, a slice of ham, and a yoghurt – a very bread-centred diet I’m sure you’ll agree, and one that no-doubt added up to a lot of syns – not that I bothered trying to count them!
I was eventually released from hospital at 9.00pm on the Wednesday, and was still starving hungry. And at that time of night, having just endured two stress-filled days on an A&E trolley, and having only had about 2 hours sleep the previous night, the last thing I wanted to do was prepare a delicious syn-free healthy dinner.
I was on the phone to the chinese takeaway before we had even left the hospital grounds, and some 20 minutes later I was lustily tucking into a hot steaming bowl of prawn curry and boiled rice. My first hot food in 48 hours, and my first meal that wasn’t full of bread!
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