Right ho, on reflection a bad week and a good week. Yesterday I would have said it was a bad week. But I am now on my own in group, no one else comes, its great as I can go "me, me, me!" to the Councillor and this made it back into a good week.

My perspective after one failed week of management was that I came into management thinking that the hard bit was over and this will be a lovelly and insightful 12 weeks of introducing the foods that I missed in a controlled way. Don't you believe it, deciding what and when to eat is very difficult as is controlling portion size.

The facts of my indescretions!

Saturday - Large Scotch in evening
Sunday - Large Scotch in evening, pringles, cashew nuts and snickers icecream, massive hand full of prunes to clear me out
Monday - 3 food packs by 10am, Dinner in London, bottle of Rioja and seasme oil and seeds with salmon
Tuesday - 4 food packs in total, 3 by 10am, and main meal, large Scotch in evening, crisps, 2 snickers icecreams
Wednesday - 3 food packs by 10am, Large Scotch in evening
Thursday - Trip to pub as I organise a beer festival and had to meet with the committee - soda water only

The upshot, sorry everyone, a 3lb loss and I now fit into size 34" jeans comfortably. I put this down to the massive effect of the prunes, it certainly sorted out a back "log" (ho, ho, ho) of food packs. Unbelievably unpleasant and painful but I think that it was a 6lb loss, no kidding! My weight has been going up for the last 3 days. I have also been excercising like mad as I know that my eating has been out of control.

The councillor is gob smacked about my loss and said that I should have put on about 4lb. I was sitting with her smelling chocolate and noticed that I had a big lump of snickers on my jeans. Opps.

The meeting with my councillor was excellent. I felt sorry for her as she went away on a holiday that she didn't want to go on and her locum buggered up her business. Literally half the people that she deals with accross all her groups failed miserably last week, everyone was unhappy and in difficulties. It just goes to show how important the councillor relationship is in remaining focussed. She is so patient and understanding, I really did not value her enough before. Don't get me wrong though, what I put in my mouth is my responsbility and down to me and me only. However I pay a lot of money to go to this and I expect them to use standard tools to ensure that I leave for the week motivated and knowing what I should be doing and not pissed off with the wrong food packs....

She sat with me for 1.5 hours and I went through everything. I felt unable to bring myself back under control (well I did until yesterday monring at which point I read myself the riot act and rolled my sleeves up), I have also suffered from major mood swings. From this I learnt that a few things.

1.) Firstly drinking in the evening causes me to eat the next morning, I have always known this but this brought it home.
2.) I have now changed my food pack habits to move to 1 in the morning, 1 at lunch and one when I get home then my meal. This is preparing me for going down to 2 food packs soon and is my own initiative.
3.) Portion size and drinking too much are my main problems.

Water wise I checked out what the situation was. The locum told my Councillor that I was drinking 11 litres a day. This proves to me that she was not listening. I told her I was drinking 6 and on one day I drank 11. My Councillor says that the book states a minimum but as I am so active with my building works and excercise regime 6 is not a problem. Therefore I have switched to carbonated only so I will drink less. I will reduce to 5 what I am taking in.

I believe that I have actually had a wobble, this was triggered by me wanted an excuse to go back to my old ways under the guise of a "wobble". The wobble didn't start until I became out of control!

I feel confident and motivated about the upcoming week