After a long and arduous flight in which a passenger vomited all over the food trollies and spent the entire flight hurling up in front of me I eventually made it home. I didn’t realise how happy I was until I saw my partner at that arrivals gate with a fresh coffee in hand. Not an hour had passed before she was talking about dinner and what I would like to eat. After being extremely good in New York I decided first things first, a bottle of champers was going to be downed and we popped open the Moet.
After a magnificent feast of diet friendly food and overindulging with alcohol I knew that a little slip is allowed and I wasn’t going to beat myself up about it, after all, who goes abroad and loses two pounds. I was going to start afresh on Tuesday and that is exactly what I did. My sister had surprised my partner and I with a Fitbit Surge. This is a little device which works as a watch, merges with your smartphone to collect messages and calls but most importantly is a super duper fitness calculator. We got up on Tuesday morning and after tracking and comparing our sleep patterns on our new toys, we decided to put them to the test. Gone was the crappy pedometer I had bought prior to my trip.
The Fitbit gives a person a target of 10,000 steps a day. You would be surprised at how competitive you become trying to achieve this. As the week progressed I found myself running around the house trying to get to the 10,000 done. One of the days I only got to 8,000 and was in a state of frustration for the entire night which made my sleep all crappy (according to my Fitbit). My diet was going well and I was staying on track all week. Bringing food with me and making sure I had lots of fruit on hand.
While on my travels during the week I ran into two guys and we got talking about the General Election. In about 3 minutes we were all talking about dieting. One of the guys was on Weightwatchers and the other was part of a college medical clinical diet test. We talked about struggling with weight and foods that we enjoy and what was working for each of us. Never did I think that I could be sitting with two men who were unknown to me and talking comfortably about my weight. I think that no matter who you are, no matter what gender or size you are, everyone has an opinion on food and weight management. I know I am losing my weight slowly. I always hope for a higher loss on the scales, I’d be lying if I said I was happy with the one pound downs, but it is down.
I always assume that people expect me to be down four or five pounds a week but that is unrealistic for me. My schedule is always so varied and while I have a routine, it’s a routine that wouldn’t suit others. I’m not a nine to five girl so I can’t have a nine to five lifestyle. I have learned that just because two people are on a diet at the same time eating the same food, it doesn’t mean you lose the same weight.