Friday, 11 July 2014

My slimmers world experience so far.

In January this year i decided that i was going to do something positive about my weight which was causing me a few health issues.
I had been to the doctors about an ongoing thyroid problem i had, the doctor said he could refer me to a nurse for help with my weight. The referral was for a health advisor, who would weigh me and send me off to either slimmer's world or weight watchers. My appointment with the nurse went as expected, with my weight coming in at the heaviest i had ever been........ I might put my weight down on here at some point.

The nurse asked if i wanted Weight Watchers (WW) or Slimmer’s World (SW)? I opted for SW; however i would have to wait five weeks before i could go to a group.
I had a good idea of how the SW diet worked; i simplified it to a low fat diet. I began the diet immediately in my own style shaped loosely around SW free and easy. I stayed on it for the next five weeks whilst i waited to go to group.

My wife was very supportive of me, she shopped in a way that the food in the cupboards and fridge were easy for me to use and prepare. She also took on board the low fat diet, though she did not need to lose a great deal of weight herself. 

The first four weeks went by in no time, with me averaging 4lb loss per week. I weighed myself every Saturday morning while no one was around...........when i look back i have no sound reason for this as I am not embarrassed. I mean i am not obsessed by my weight, after all it is just the way i am.

The fifth week came along, as did the butterflies. I had chosen a group local to me in Chasetown which took place on a Thursday evening. The time and day this group met were just what i needed, as weekends and day time groups would not work for me. On the Thursday evening i began getting a bit twitchy as i was feeling a little nervous.........”all those women, I hope there's some blokes there as well”! I weighed myself at home and to my amazement i had lost in total from the day i started some 20lbs. I do have to add here that, those first three weeks are hard to get your head into, however they are easy to shed that excess weight in my opinion.

Thursday evening came, i prepared a meal of beans poached eggs and SW chips for me and the wife. It has to be said that i think baked beans are the food of the gods, i can eat them cold and hot alike. At that time they went with at least one third of all the meals i prepare. 

My wife, who may have been inspired by me heading off like a brave little soldier, weighed herself and recorded her weight. She wished me luck then waved me off just like one of the kids about to embark on their first day at school.

The group met in the local Methodist church at 7.30pm. I was there for 7pm as requested, to have some kind of introduction meeting. I sat around a small table with a couple of other new members and listened to the wonderful "Joolz" telling me how things worked and reeling off too many good tips for my poor old brain to remember in one sitting. The lady sat immediately next to me, 'Sarah' said she had been to SW before and that in her opinion Body Magic was very important. Well too right she was, i endorse that opinion whole heartedly, now i have experience a couple of months of it.

The introduction takes about 30 minutes. At the end of the 30 minutes you are equipped with the SW bible, which contains recipes and syn values of all sorts of food. You are required to stay through the meeting that occurs after all are weighed. I had done this once at WW, and not enjoyed it. I sat down in the half moon of chairs with little expectation of anything remotely interesting happening. To my surprise I was thoroughly entertained for the whole time, at times laughing out loud. Joolz was both funny and informative with a useful dose of understanding. This was the point where I said to myself “you’re going to need this group going forwards stay whenever you can”. The people who stayed at group were both humble and magnanimous at their results. Some made jokes about their gains but you know what, they had stayed to face it which I comend. Others revelled in the glory of their loss and rightly so.

It was now my turn to weigh in, no embarrassment or sharp intake of breath from observers, it was all rather cordial. My weight was, as I expected or very close to it. I picked up my books etc and headed off into the distance.

I spent hours reading through the books, identifying food that was free, or super free that I actually looked forwards to eating; there was plenty of it I can tell you.
My wife from this point will be referred to as “Mi Julie” shopped accordingly when she next did a ‘big shop’. I had a decent loss the first week (loss by week listed below). I was amazed that I did not at any point feel hungry. One of my biggest decisions was to cut out bread entirely as it was inevitably going to be my Achilles heal I thought. I have stayed with this for 6 months now and do not miss bread at all. I do however feel (as I expect alcoholics do) one taste and I could end up a train wreck!

Mi Julie weighs in on the Thursday mornings; she has never attended a slimming club as she is in reasonably good shape most of the time.
The first week of going strict on the diet mi Julie had a 2lb weight loss and exclaimed “it can’t be correct as I have felt like I am over eating”! The weight has continued to come off her in small amounts to this day, she is now at an ideal body weight and needs to maintain from here on in.

The meetings were a joy to attend and somewhat inspirational. Joolz left the area and the group about 8 weeks into my membership. At the time I had torn my Achilles tendon and had a month or so in plaster unable to drive. My weigh in’s for four weeks were brief, in and out as I had to rely on lifts to the venue.

It was a joy to find out that the lovely Rachel (one of the group) had made the not insignificant decision to train as a consultant and take on the group.
It has been a pleasure having some one I knew taking over the group. She is enthusiastic funny and a good leader in my opinion, so all power to her in the future.

The group remains inspirational; it’s a fuel cell for my ambition of reaching a target I have stored in my head. I have become somewhat emotionally involved with the group to the extent that I find myself feeling their pain when they gain and their elation when they lose. I have a strange thing that runs through my head at the ‘weigh in’s’. I feel empathy for the people who are struggling with their weight! It angers me that people who fight hard to control their weight are made to feel stigmatised. It’s all because they carry a little more timber than your average super model. I want to say “you are beautiful; don’t let your weight be a source of sorrow or anguish, keep your head held high”.
I am naturally fat; well that’s my excuse anyway. I don’t care for people who form an opinion of me because I weigh more than them, nor should others. If you lose weight one week, well good on you, if you gain…..well I bet you had a good time doing it, and it will come off next week.

The best part of me losing weight at this present time is the friendships I have made. These friendships are with people I admire for their fortitude and courage in tackling a problem they see with their appearance.

Rachel is a cracking leader who would like to put her own stamp on the way she does things, which I think is fantastic. I hope in the future more people stay behind to the meeting no matter if they have gained or lost…. I nor anyone else for that matter form opinions of each other based on our gains or losses, we are all brilliant.

Weight loss weekly, ss = hold.
·        -4
·        -5
·        -3.5
·        -4
·        Ss
·        -8
·        -1.5
·        -1
·        -4
·        -2
·        -2
·        Ss
·        -0.5
·        -2
·        -4
·        -1
·        -4.5
·        -2
·        -5

Here is my food diary for week ending 10th July.

Friday; Breakfast; Bowl mixed super free fruit + 200ml fat free Greek Yoghurt. 
Lunch; hand full of strawberries. 
Dinner; Green peppers, Mushrooms, Whole leafed spinach, slimmer’s world chips with stock cube, 4 Quorn sausages 2 syns 
Pudding; 20g special k granola (healthy extra b) pineapple chunks, 200g of fat free Greek yoghurt, sweetener. 

Saturday; Breakfast; Baked beans, tinned tomatoes, lean bacon, eggs x 2 Quorn sausage x 3 0.5 yns each. 
Lunch; White rice, chicken in tikka massala flavour. 
Dinner; Spices, tomato peseta, stock pot, whole potato's, spinach 1/3, onions, 3 Quorn sausages 0.5 syns each (curry). 
Pudding; 2 x Digestive biscuits, mixed fresh fruit and sweetener, Quark (cheesecake). 

Sunday; Breakfast; Bowl of mixed fruit and fat free Yoghurt 200ml. 
Lunch; Cold pasta, tomato, lean bacon pieces. 
Dinner; Beans, sw chips, vegetarian sausage. 
Pudding; none. 

Monday; Breakfast; Bowl of fruit with 200ml Greek fat free yoghurt. 
Lunch; Bowl of white rice and chicken pieces. 
Dinner; white rice, allowance of feta cheese, peppers, onions, sw chips, Quorn chicken slice. 

Tuesday; Breakfast; Bowl of fruit with 200ml Greek fat free yoghurt. 
Lunch; Apple Banana. 
Dinner; boiled potatoes, mixed veg, boiled chicken breast, roast potato's (air fryer, one cal) 
Pudding; Fresh Mango, fat free fromage 150ml, 25ml granola. 

Wednesday; Breakfast; Bowl of mixed berries with 200ml of fromage frais. 
Lunch; 
Dinner; Mixed salad, boiled egg, fat free cottage cheese healthy option feta, strawberries and a peach. 
Pudding; 25grm granola, chopped banana, blueberries topped with 200ml fat free yoghurt. 

Thursday; Breakfast: Bowl of mixed berries, 200ml of Greek fat free yoghurt. 
Lunch; few strawberries. 
Dinner; Basmati rice and vegetables with sw chips. 
Puddings; cheesecake, 2 digestives (low fat) raspberries and strawberries, fat free lemon quark.

There’s so much great energetic food you can have on the sw diet. i have put together a fun montage of such meals, please enjoy.


                           

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

The Tour de France experience ooh la la!

I watched with interest the Saturday morning news which featured a lot of coverage on the Tour de France in Yorkshire.
I have always liked cycling sports, and have watched every stage of the tour on TV some seasons. This year though my interest has been particularly piqued by the English Grand depart in York.
My wife is a keen observer of sport, i was however somewhat intrigued if she had any interest in the Tour.

On her return from work Saturday i proposed a walk with the dogs around a nice reservoir as a surprise on Sunday, the location would be a secret.
I spent the next three hours working out where to park, what time to arrive and where would be quiet enough for us to observe. The best place to view in my opinion was at the bottom of the climb up 'Cote de Midhopstones' not far from the end of Underbank reservoir.

The secret was fairly safe with me, though the good wife made a couple of attempts to find out what i was up to.
Later that evening i could not contain my self when i heard that the British favourite was out, due to a crash at the finish on a Saturday. As the news was read out i yelped "oh bloody hell" to which my wife asked why are you so interested in that? I then watched as the penny dropped, "are you planning to take me to watch that tomorrow"? she asked. At this point i came clean and said ? "yes, we should go and take a walk around Underbank reservoir with the dogs and then watch the race pass". "Ok" came the reply, "i am looking forwards to it".

Sunday morning arrived, we packed the car, and set off with the intention of arriving at about 9.30am before anyone else could get there.
It was a steady journey up the motorway and as scheduled we arrived in the village. it quickly became clear that there were already some considerable amount of people on their way to the race. Parking was at a premium, even though we parked a mile from the race road.
First sight of reservoir.

We walked for about 3/4 of a mile through the town and then down the side of the reservoir before reaching the outdoor activity centre.
The place was very busy selling tea, coffee and other refreshments, at what i have to say was a very reasonable price.
A young girl takes the leap of faith.
Children were playing on the leap of faith while campers took there tents down below.
Camp site at underbank outdoor centre.

We passed the outdoors centre after participating in a nice cup of coffee priced at only 80p. within half a mile we were bearing down on the road where the race was to pass. I didn't take me long to realise that space was going to be at a premium. The first sight of the road took me back a bit as a huge exploding falis had been painted red on the road.
Not a Banksy i am sure.

We decided to go to the bottom of the hill where the riders would turn off the main road to begin the climb. Here a narrow bridge was being manned by security staff and a single bobby. We found a pitch about 3ft wide at the end of the bridge. we could site here and rest our backs against the wall. we would also be only inches from the road.
The bobby, the wall and mi Julie.

Sitting against our wall on the bridge.

As we looked up the hill we could see the crowds growing. This was not going to be a quiet pitch like i had planned.
Looking up the hill.

When we looked to the road junction we noticed that the crowed there was growing too. we later found that a block of 20 toilets were sited here plus a disabled persons viewing area.
View to road junction.

The Mustard pot pub was very busy.
As soon as we took our place we noticed the high volume of people still coming into the area. Lots of cyclists were streaming through on their precision machines, glistening in the sun. We witnessed everything from scooters to tandems coming in to the area. I snapped as many of the bikes as i could, in fact i almost ran my battery out before the race came through. 
The excitement was beginning to build as more of the tour vehicles began to come through.
Lots of tour vehicles stream through hours before the race.

Lots of motorbikes.
The crowds were becoming quite noisy, cheering any vehicle that cam past. Police motorbikes came through every couple of the minutes. The officers on board were to the main getting into the spirit of things giving  high fives to the crowd. The Skoda team cars were beginning tome past with their multi tone horns sounding off which is a sound i associate with the tour de France.
Police scramblers, high five's to the crowds as they passed.
One of the wonderful bikes that came through.
Men women and children.

Young and old.
One of the joys of being there was to see the people. I really do enjoy people watching, especially when extrovert characters are  about.
Crowd pleaser.

This guy turned up and made us all smile.
Extremely new and expensive i would imagine.
Vintage bikes.

Fully kitted out.

Crazy Yorkshire man.
The lucky people who owned the property behind where we sat were having a tour de France garden party. The alcohol was flowing freely, as the day went on they got louder and louder. At one point they dispatched a messenger to call the crazy Yorkshire man over to join them. He was having non of it, insisting that they bring him some beer over. at the rear of the bridge we could see a huge camping site which i think was associated with the Mustard pot pub. Somewhere over there a brass band struck up adding to the atmosphere.
Camp site at rear of pub.
The time for the caravan to pass arrived. Vehicles began to come through with all sorts of sponsors logos plastered on them.Almost all had loud music blasting from their roof mounted speakers. Vans were coming through at a well rehearsed rate selling tour memorabilia. Some of the Yorkshire folk would run over thinking they were handing out free goodies, they would then come running back empty handed. Most were laughing shouting "don't they know their in Yorkshire"? One elderly chap shouted out "Trying to sell umbrellas in Yorkshire.....good luck with that".





Sponsors vehicle.
It was about 2.30pm when the security passed a message around saying that they were "going red". This meant that no one other than tour participants would be allowed on the roads. Still the tour vehicles came through with horns blasting. One of the spectators shouted out where the peloton was, some 10 minutes up the road. Helicopters began to appear overhead and more motorcycles sped through, including  French police.
Just before the action.
The roar from the crowd miles up the road could be heard, this made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. The crowd standing on the bend then began to cheer, as the first participant sped through. No more than 5 seconds passed and the peloton shot through like a greyhound chasing the hare.
The peloton takes the bend at a pace.
Main body of peloton.

200 of the worlds best.
The spectacle of the main body shooting through in pursuit of the hare was inspiring, the cheering was loud and sincere with an electric atmosphere. Then as quick as you like......it was over......well almost. Some one on the bend shouted "theres more". The crowed roared again as a smaller second group shot through looking somewhat jaded. They were readily cheered all the way up the hill. Another roar cam from the bend some 15 minutes behind the peloton, it was the Yellow Jersey and he was blowing like a good un. Again the crowed roared them up the hill.
The leader of the race struggles up the hill, accompanied by a chaperone from his team.

The security guards then struggled to keep the spectators from the road as they assumed the race was finished for this section. Some guards were frantically trying to clear the road, word then passed through the crowed that a few stragglers were heading towards us. The crowed parted as 1.......2............3 more riders came through, they were roundly encouraged all the way up the hill. And that was it, the race was run for us.

We headed back towards the car, thoroughly entertained and impressed. I even had thoughts of getting myself a new bike, then i realised my age weight and other responsibilities. 

I have a refreshed sense of admiration for the guys who make their way into the Tour de France via their hard work and training. Its a truly great spectacle that i would recommend to anyone.