Uggh… : /

Frustration and guilt are the order of the day after this weekend. Don’t get me wrong, my Weekend was GREAT. I went home and actually managed a night out at the Wet Spot Cabaret in Leeds which I love and haven’t actually managed to visit since last JUNE.

I had a fantastic night out with KM and our burlesque buddies who form the queue party before doors open.

However… a couple of things really got on top of me and I ended up feeling totally ugh with regards to my healthy eating kick.

First, poor planning: We have to leave our flat in Cheshire around lunch time in order to get to Leeds in time for the queue party. I woke up late and actually ended up skipping both breakfast and lunch. Bad, bad move I know, but we assumed it would be ok and that we would just grab something to eat at the venue, right?

Wrong… They were fully booked and the only thing we could actually get to eat was a packet of crisps or a portion of chips. By the end of our so called meal I’d had 2 bags of salt and vinegar crisps and a portion and a half of Chips. Woops.

The thing is, I felt so disappointed in myself. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t survive on this diet thing if I didn’t allow myself the occasional treat. Nothing is forbidden on the Slimming World plan, it’s just that some things have to be controlled so large glasses of hot chocolate, flapjack, chocolate, dessert and even crisps and chips have all been on my menu in the last 7 weeks. All be it, in smaller quantities than before.

What upset me about this particular weekend was the lack of control. It’s fine in my mind if I make a choice to eat something I know is bad for me / part of the controlled foods section. Usually, I try to really take the time to consider if I actually want the item, then I make a real effort to sit down, take my time and really enjoy it.

The point about this indulgence was that I felt forced into it through lack of forward thinking and that made me upset with myself. It’s one thing cheating on your diet when you want to, but that night I actually WANTED to eat something healthy but couldn’t because when you haven’t eaten all day you take the food that’s on offer.

Later that night, a lovely lady at the table next to me was eating a millionaire’s short bread which I really wanted. KM offered to go and get me one. Finding that there were none left, he brought back two cupcakes for me to choose from with the best of intentions. I picked a wonderful strawberry creation. Trouble is, my actual craving was for millionaires shortbread and this want was clearly not satisfied by a cupcake as the next day when I found some I then ate 2 (admittedly snack size) pieces of the caramel chocolate goodness on top of the strawberry cupcake from the night before.

UGGH- why is it so difficult to realise what you actually are craving and say no to alternatives if they aren’t what you want; a lesson I am clearly still trying to learn !

Frustrated :/

Here’s me ready for our night out :


Ali xX

Knit one…

I learned something new… and for me at least it’s kind of cool.

When you have dyslexia and some features of dyspraxia, things just don’t come as easily as they probably would to the general population.

I struggle with dexterity all the time, I literally am a clumsy fool… except I’m not stupid even tough it might look like I am when it takes me months to figure out how to open an medicine ampule without crushing it, or give myself a needle stick injury twice before I figure out how to take the cap of a needle correctly. I often think people think I’m stupid but honestly most of the time I’m aware of what I should be doing and just as frustrated as my teacher in that simple manual tasks which I understand in theory seems to take me so long to master. The constant admission of failure is at times embarrassing but I persevere and I do get there in the end… I’m just less coordinated than average

I’ve always been this way and actually I was much worse in childhood. As a youngster, I couldn’t hit a tennis ball with a racquet until at least secondary school. I was that kid who had to hold a teachers hand just to walk along a bench in gym never mind a balance beam, which doesn’t win you any favors in the popularity stakes.  Thankfully over the years things have improved.

I have to say at this point that, in general, my mentors at work are very supportive and I’m always supervised. Basically I simply refuse to give up until I master something. I do live with the almost constant fear that I’ll come up against a skill that I simply can’t master… but among students of my profession  I’m sure I’m not alone.

Anyway, over the last few weeks I taught myself to knit.

It’s something I have been curious about since about age 9. Lots of the women in my family do; my mum, my aunts and my grandmother are all able to reel off knitting rows at speed. At age nine I thought it might be cool to learn, so I asked my mum to teach me. Well, granny was staying with us at the time and so the unfortunate task fell to her.
It played out as one of the most frustrating hours of my life, as my gran tried to describe, show and teach me a basic knit stitch. Needles and wool out of control, I recall her gripping my fingers and trying to force my hands to perform the action correctly which felt awkward and hurt. There were tears on both sides and a massive argument as she just couldn’t understand why I was failing. She proudly showed my mum the scarf “WE” had produced for my baby doll and mum was over the moon. However, I was embarrassed that in reality I didn’t feel I had done any of it.  I promptly decided as most kids would have at that age that knitting was not fun and clearly beyond me. I resolved never to do it again.

This “I can’t knit” attitude has stuck with me right into adulthood. I have a number of very crafty people on my Facebook feed and always admire their knitted creations. Recently, when some of my friends and fellow students were knitting baby hats to be donated to various hospitals, I decided to give knitting a second chance.

Armed with part one of a magazine series and the accompanying DVD recommended by a crafty pal, I started… and after 2 hours I was none the wiser and by now getting really sick of hearing the simple instructions on repeat. So I turned to YouTube and looked up a helpful video called “Casting on – super slow version” finally with another 40 minutes of fumbling with my needles I’d cast on my first row and was pretty pleased with myself..

Over the next 3 weeks I painfully, slowly began row by row to knit my first simple square. It was malcoordinated and slow slow slow, but I was doing it and that felt GREAT.

Great that is until…  I began to suspect I was running out of wool and my square was still looking more like a rectangle… UGGGHH. I totally didn’t want to admit defeat and start over, so stubborn as I am I carried on… and on and on… in denial. Almost literally to the last strand when defeat was obvious.

The pattern had asked me to cast on 44 stitches or keep going till I had a 20 cm row. Well, 20 cm in my first row was about 88 stitches to me but by the time I got to row 4 I discovered that my precious square was 30 cm long. Eventually, I did unravel the whole thing… and at this point I almost gave up again.

But now that I did persevere and have finished, it actually looks better than my first attempt.

Sometimes when things aren’t right its best to pull them apart and start over.  I could do with remembering this lesson haha.

I think I’m going to send this horrifically pink square of knitting to my mum….

It really reminded me that perhaps nothing is impossible… if only we’d keep trying.


Ali xX

Do you feel any diffrent … ? (Slimming World 10lbs )

Slimming world 1_2

Ten pounds total loss so far!

Chuffed to bits with that… I actually got my 1/2 Stone Award this week at Slimming World (7 pounds to my US buddies). This led to me wining the slimmer of the week award – Yep, I was pleased and yes I ALMOST cried again.

A friend of mine asked me if I noticed any difference yet, and the truthful answer is no. I don’t really notice any difference. Other people have commented that they see a difference in my face shape, or that they can tell I lost some weight but so far all the folk who are commenting are people who know about my Slimming World attempts and therefore know how much weight I have lost. I take these comments with a little grain of salt and while they make me smile I doubt very much that there is much noticeable physical difference.

I feel GREAT!  I am now at a lower weight than I was when I last attempted to lose weight with Weight Watchers. I seem to have a little more energy, maybe, but the difference is very slight and so I’m not quite sure if I’m imagining it.

There are a couple of different signs that things may be changing slowly, like for example at one of my swimming sessions last week I was bothered the whole time by a label from my swim suit poking into me. It felt sharp and annoyed the heck out of me so bad that when I got home I immediately had to find the scissors and cut the stoopid thing out. Now I’ve been using this same bathing suit for a couple of years now it has always fit me and I have never EVER noticed a label in it before…

Label now removed, I was once again comfortable until this one session of Aqua Fit where there may have been a slight wardrobe malfunction. Yep, I flashed my tits to the assembled class (thankfully all female). I can’t believe my top-half changed that much, perhaps after 2 years the elastic has given up the ghost. Either way that costume has been retired as I’m not flashing twice. I don’t want to get a reputation hehe.

The second incident: I had a meeting at a local chocolate shop to arrange a chocolate fountain for our wedding party. Yeah, I know this isn’t on the diet plan but I’m only getting married once and I will NEVER stop loving chocolate. Anyways, I was mid conversation and gesticulating wildly with my hands as I do when I’m over excited… and suddenly my engagement ring few off and skated across the table… Oops.

So to answer the question.. No I don’t really feel any different YET… though I’m sure I will if I can just keep on keeping on.


It may be that my body is indeed losing weight… starting with my FINGERS and my BOOBS.


Totally not my area of choice but at this point beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll take it. 🙂

Ali xX


It’s been cold, wet and miserable. I woke up and I didn’t want to get out of bed at all. I had planned to go to Aqua Fit which started at 10 and it was now 9.15. I was lying in bed, looking up through the skylight, while my in my head my conscience had a debate with my body over whether I will really get out of bed and go to the gym as planned. Couldn’t I justify not going this once?? My bed was pretty warm and comfortable, thank you very much.

Gazing up through the skylight I realised I was looking at a blue sky and sunshine. That’s what made me get out of bed. There was no motivation, and I wasn’t “get up and go about the diet” at all really, but it was sunny, so I made it to the gym. Sometimes it’s whatever it takes to get you out of the door.

When I actually got to the gym, I had a really good session and I actually left feeling refreshed, if exhausted. I arrived for my Aqua Fit Class which I thought was at 9.45 only to find out it was actually an hour later. Now, usually I’d use this lapse in diary management as an excuse to leave the gym “sharpish”. On this day, however, perhaps because I didn’t want to feel like I’d abandoned my bed in vain, I stayed and challenged myself to swim for the hour before the class.

Now understand when I say “swim”, I’m using the term in its loosest possible sense. I don’t want you thinking of me gracefully gliding through the water from one end of the pool to the other, feet never touching the floor. Oh no … me: I’m working up to that. Me: I swim ugly.

We’re talking splashing and thrashing and generally trying to move my all too large and definitely not aerodynamic body from one end of the pool to the next in a mish mash of semi coordinated movement that, with a little imagination on the part of the observer, looks somewhat like the precise strokes I once had drummed into me in swim class.

I make no apology for it… because, well, I have as much right to be in the pool as all the lean coordinated swimmers who actually care about style. At this point, moving in any form or fashion is more exercise than I was doing before and its all got to be beneficial. Despite the ugliness, I quite enjoy it and find it somewhat relaxing.

So, that’s what I did: I swam ugly for an hour then had my usual Aqua Fit Class. When I got out of the pool, boy could I feel it!

I rewarded myself for my effort, not with the usual chocolate bar, but instead chose a sugar free date and banana flapjack despite being a little nervous of my selection. I loved it!

I had one of the most enjoyable mornings and felt in a much better place mentally when I went to bed that night.

Sometimes this “get fit” thing is totally overwhelming. I have such a long way to travel that it’s easy to be intimidated and hopeless because of the amount of change I need to make. But, this day was just about making one good decision at a time. It doesn’t really matter what tools I use to help me make the right choice, whether it is the unusual presence of the sunshine, or setting myself a little challenge, choosing a healthy snack. I’m trying to trust in the process, trying to believe that if I can just keep making one good choice at a time it will eventually lead where I want to go…. but it’s not always easy.

Ali xX

That E word again.

Exercise – blech.

I few weeks ago, I attended a couple of aqua-natal sessions at a local pool. These classes were run by a lovely midwife and I chose to attend her class as part of my training. I’m supposed to write a full reflection on my learning experience for Uni and that I will so we don’t need to go into all the details here. Suffice to say, it’s a great way for pregnant women to continue to exercise and suits all levels of fitness plus its sociable and actually quite fun.

I’ve always had an affinity with water; oceans, rivers, lakes, babbling brooks, fountains, even a running tap sometimes. I just find water both appealing and beautiful. My favorite way to relax has to be a shower or a long soak in a bath full of bubbles. As a result, I believe (though of course I do not know) that water would actually work quite well for me as pain relief in labor. Because of this, I suppose, water birth really interests me and I am keep to develop my skills in this area, I suppose that’s why I chose to investigate Aqua-natal.

Still this choice did mean getting in my bathing suit in front of a class full of pregnant women, some of whom at 6 months pregnant are still smaller than me – a prospect which almost made me forget the whole thing. Understanding this before I had to say it out loud, the midwife made the suggestion that I could wear a t-shirt in the pool if that would make me feel more comfortable. So along with a classmate off I went…

And actually I had a good time! The class was a lot of fun… and between the fits of giggles and the some of the discussion I ended up having around how water supports the joints and that the class works as a good way for pregnant women who haven’t exercised much, to begin doing so in a safe environment… somewhere in there this curious thought kept crossing my mind. Perhaps this could work for me too.

A few weeks ago around the luck table between classes some of my friends were discussing their next visit to the gym – a little despondent that they hadn’t been going as often as they liked. I remember joking that they were doing a lot better than me seen as myself and the gym have this relationship where every so often the gym debits some money from my bank account and this allows me to pretend I have good intentions about exercising sometime in the not to distant future. In fact, I have had a membership at a local gym since December but I was so embarrassed and awkward after my induction that I hadn’t been back since.

… Until a couple of weeks ago, when fresh from my fun night at aqua-natal, I signed up for their Thursday night Aquarobics session. I was literally shaking like a leaf and it took every ounce of courage and then some to walk through the door. Things didn’t exactly go to plan. There I was, trying to scan my card to get in, the barcode thingy not responding when a charming size 8 fitness instructor leaned over the desk and giggled “shall I let you in?… you know you actually have to talk to us.”  Cringe… actually right then I wanted all of us to just pretend I wasn’t there in this world where I clearly didn’t belong. Next I couldn’t get the padlock for my locker to work and spent so long worrying about it that I was late for the start of the class… which completely foiled my plan of arrive early and get into the pool before anybody notices you.  You think walking through the door of the gym was bad?  No way… walking out to the pool area a hippo in a swim suit in front of a pool full of women already in the throws of an exercise class … that, my friend, is a really test of your determination.  Once I actually did it though, the class wasn’t too bad. I’m not sure I actually enjoyed that first class at all, to be perfectly honest. After my nice gentle aqua-natal experience, the difference in intensity level was a bit of a shock to the system.   I was malcoordinated, I couldn’t keep up, and all the other ladies knew what they were doing whereas I couldn’t really hear the instructions well,  making my newness completely painfully obvious.

However, the music was loud and punchy, girly and wonderfully cheesy in a way which made me smile. Seriously, I would never admit to listening to some of these tracks outside of exercise class where the music selection is clearly not my responsibility and therefore I can’t be held accountable haha.

That single fact alone was enough to make me give the class another go… well, that and perhaps I was feeling a little guilty for enjoying too much good food and wanted to see if the class would act as a bit of damage limitation. My second class was actually FUN.  I’ve been trying to fit a couple of these classes in each week for a few weeks now, and I’m honestly enjoying myself. Plus walking into the gym might feel almost too cringeworthy to bear… but I’ll tell you something: walking out again after a class  that feels amazing like for that one day  you conquered the world.

Ali xX