In order to achieve something we have to remove our selves from situations in which we are comfortable with and happy plodding along.
For those Weight Watcher members among us you'll remember a meeting topic a few weeks back about where we keep things around ourselves for example the kitchen; e.g the biscuit tin next to the kettle. (I my eyes exactly where it should be ;))
As you may or may not know I started my weight loss journey when I moved away to university, yup I know what you're thinking most people go away and live on pot noodles and fatty foods. Not me; well for the first 6 months I did then it all changed. I joined Weight Watchers. It's so strange I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was going to work in the afternoon and that morning I'd woken up and that thing "clicked" I knew I needed to do something & if I didn't do it today I never would. I knew the Weight Watchers plan worked & was probably the best for me as a student. So I researched classes close to where I worked and found one. As I was leaving for work I went into my housemates room & told her I'd be home late as I was going to join Weight Watchers. I don't think she really knows how much I was shitting it about telling her; and almost didn't! But from day 1 her & all my other friends have been unbelievable supportive. (Now she even gets in my "fat" clothes with me to see how far I've come!!)
Anyway I'm digressing from my point. Since being on Weight Watchers I've always been the one buying my food, cooking the way I want it etc etc. So when I go home I freak out completely. I'm no longer in control of what is in the cupboards (and usually lots of biscuits, cake etc etc). Now I'm not saying my mum shouldn't buy these when I'm at home because I should have enough will power to say no. But I don't. This is the place where I grew up, all those reasons for eating, usually emotionally happened here, and when I go home this all comes flooding back; and I eat. Now my mum is the most supportive person out there & always tells me how incredibly proud she is but why do I lose all of the tips & tricks I have learnt when I go home? Like mum will cook whatever I want, how I like it. But I always choose the fatty option; or I'll get her to cook something I usually would, but I won't weigh out anything and will have the same portion size as I used to.
This weekend at home really challenged me, I need to be so good at the moment with my struggle with the scales and my Where are my Knees 10 week pledge I can't afford there to sit and eat biscuits just because that's what I used to do at home. I'm not going to lie to you though, I did most days over indulge on biscuits & I feel so sluggish for it now. It doesn't help that I'm out of action for running due to tearing the ligaments in my foot. So frustrating.
I'm now back in Bristol in my little flat although there's no food in the fridge I will be planning my meals later and going shopping tomorrow for lots of nice healthy goodies.
Do you have any tips for living at home and saying no to the biscuits?
Lots of love