I had some friends to stay this weekend.
“What’s with all the posts you’ve been writing lately?” one asked, referring to the rather extensive range of blogging tips I’ve been sharing lately. “I couldn’t even understand half the words.”
“Ah yes,” I explained, “it’s all to do with this new job with Collective Bias you see, supporting my blogger community and all that.”
I can see though that it would be a bit dull for those of you who aren’t especially interested in wordpress plugins. So how about this – today I weighed myself for the first time in about six months.
Dum dum dum!!
I had to take the scales down into the kitchen as the rest of the house is carpeted, (what loon puts carpet in a bathroom?), and stood for a while looking at them, looking at Boyfriend, and then looking back.
“I’m not going to weigh myself with you stood right there,” I said, which is ridiculous as he sees me naked every day and isn’t suddenly going to say ‘blimey, you’re really chubby, I hadn’t even noticed!’ Still, it felt weird.
He relented, after some mild complaining, and I stepped on. (I had made sure to go to the toilet first obviously, and take my phone out of my dressing gown pocket. It all helps.)
The scales strained beneath me.
I looked down, hopefully.
I gasped. I was ONE WHOLE STONE heavier than I was expecting to be. A whole stone! I don’t just mean a stone over my ‘perfect’ weight, I mean a stone over the weight I was guessing I might be, which is already just a tiny *ahem* smidgen over the ideal.
It was a bit of a shock. I knew that I’d probably put on a few pounds – you can’t keep a jar of sweets on your desk and not get a little bit chunky – but a whole stone?? How did this happen? If I keep up this pace then one of my 40 things to do before I’m 40 will be to be airlifted from my own bed and nobody wants to be the star of a Channel 5 real life documentary.
Action was required. A banana was eaten, a calorie counting app downloaded. I even had skimmed milk on my cereal. Gross.
I wish I’d stuck to counting Twitter followers.
This happened to me recently. Went to put on my GreatAssTM jeans. They got stuck. Not at the buttons, but mid thigh. Working from home has meant sneaky cooked lunches, nipping out for coffee mornings (with muffins) and skipping the gym to sit in front of my computer, kidding myself that it means I am working longer hours… when I’m really looking at cake and nail art on Pinterest.
Dug out my 30 day shred dvd, drinking water and having graphic daydreams about Kit Kats.
It’s amazing how you convince yourself that anything involving a computer is work!! Those casual coffee/cake breaks are fatal…
I don’t get on the scales anymore – I just go on my clothes fitting. Being very tall my weight can be really depressing. I’m within my BMI range for my height, so there is nothing wrong, its just the number that is sooo much bigger than a normal woman’s. I weigh a bloke’s weight!
Unfortunately I am definitely not within my BMI range! I swear though that I am just heavier than average. I know that sounds lame, but when I last lost weight, I looked unhealthy and too thin for me when I had only just got into the healthy range. It’s very odd, but people always seem surprised by how much I weigh. (Unless they are just being polite….) *sad face*
Sorry mate, all my fault – I’ll take the sweets back ;)
In all seriousness though, you don’t LOOK like you’re carrying an extra stone, and surely that’s what counts??
xxx
Yep, it’s all your fault! Before you gave me those I was basically a super model :-)
It piles on really quickly and easily for me and takes ages to get rid of even a pound so I weigh in all the time just to keep an eye on it! Good luck with that stone!
That’s the other thing – as I get older I know it is going to get more difficult to lose, so I really need to not put it on in the first place!!
Almost certainly your scales are broken. It happens to me all the time.
I should have stuck with weighing myself on the bathroom carpet – I was a stone lighter up there!!
mmm yes, when that happened to me I bought some new scales.
I’ve been doing quite well with weight loss lately but the other day I tried one of those fancy scales in the local chemist, you know the ones that give you your BMI and body fat index etc. I paid 50p only to find out that I was a stone heavier than my own bathroom scales ??? I know I weigh myself in my undies and obviously I didn’t strip off in the chemist, but a whole stone!! I told the shop assistant that it was broken.
Blimey, that’s weird!! I did mange to make myself a stone lighter if I placed the scales in the bathroom, sort of half under the sink while I balanced, but that is on carpet and I know that’s cheating really :-)
It happens to us all – very sneaky that weight!
Don’t panic though, I can help you get rid of it all – I’ve written loads about how to get healthy, fit and strong without diets and bootcamps and am doing a pile of google hangouts to add to it at the moment (plus my own weight loss diary as I put on weight cos of the drugs I take for Fibromyalgia).
Ooh, that sounds good! Can you link me to info on your hangouts?
I think that’s what happens at 35!! Only a few months left for me :( oh and I did eat three cakes today!
Great to see a normal fun post!! xxx
Is it like turning 30 and suddenly growing a moustache?? It’s very depressing. I don’t want a thick waist like an old lady.
I had this a couple of weeks ago too. But rather than in the relative privacy of my own kitchen, it was in front of the nurse at the family planning clinic, who won’t dish out the pill without a bit of ritual humiliation first. I mean, I know I’m fat, but I didn’t need to know quite *how* fat.
Now that’s just cruel!
(I love how your communt luv linked that comment to a post about eating crisps!!)
This has happened to me too this week. Since I’ve started my new job and get breaks, I’ve obviously eaten more and put on weight. Why the hell does that have to happen?
Aw raging, so nice for you to share this, sounds like it happens a lot too xx
Dressing gowns weigh at least four pounds I reckon. I always weigh myself butt naked!
Aw Jo, it’s probably just muscle. You’ve been writing so much that your arm muscles have increased. Muscle is denser than fat and therefore takes up less space. So a muscly person can actually be a smaller size than someone of the same weight who’s carrying more fat. This is why the fit of your clothes us more important than the numbers on the scales.