2101: Things I Couldn't Do

I lost another three and a half pounds this week, bringing my total weight loss since the very end of January this year to five stone and six pounds — nearly five and a half stone. I may not be the sort of person who is particularly good at showing genuine-seeming excitement when speaking in person, but believe me, I'm pretty much ecstatic about this — though I have no intention of stopping here, as the initial "target" I set is still a little way off.

Back when I decided to start losing weight with Slimming World at the end of January, I was just under 23 stone. That is, quite obviously, Too Heavy. I'd always been aware I was overweight — particularly when arseholes in the street would make some off-colour fat joke in my direction — but towards the start of the year, I'd started to become somewhat conscious that more than just being roly-poly and jolly, things might actually have started becoming a bit of a problem.

I could tell this in a number of ways. Firstly and most obviously was the fact that I was terrified to know my actual weight. I wouldn't get on scales, I wouldn't even contemplate it. I just knew that I was too heavy, and I wouldn't tell anyone even what I thought I weighed. The most difficult part of attending my first Slimming World meeting was knowing that I'd find out exactly how much I weighed — and, to be perfectly honest, it was actually a little worse than I thought it was, since I'd silently estimated myself around the 20 stone mark for a while.

Secondly, I was extremely uncomfortable all the time. The chairs I sat in at the job I was working at at the time felt like they were too small for me, but I stubbornly refused to order a "special chair" like the one provided for the resident fat bloke in our department — who was considerably larger than me, even — because that felt humiliating. I was terrified of the prospect of going abroad ever again, because I didn't want to be one of the people who had to ask for a seat belt extension — that felt like it would be humiliating too. And I was still carrying around painful memories of the time Andie took me to Alton Towers for what should have been a really nice weekend — and was, for the most part — but which had at least part of it that felt utterly mortifying.

Thirdly, and somewhat related to the Alton Towers story, there were things that I felt like I simply couldn't do any more. I didn't go along to a significant part of a close friend's stag weekend because it involved doing stuff at Go Ape and riding Segways, and a bit of research beforehand indicated that I would probably be too heavy for both of those things. So instead I just joined the group for the evening's activities. I didn't feel like I could climb a ladder because I was scared it would break; I didn't feel I could even do basic do-it-yourself around the house that involved using a stepladder because there was a prominent notice on it indicating a maximum recommended weight that was significantly below what I actually weighed; I didn't feel safe standing on anything that was off the ground, in fact, even if it was quite obviously designed to hold up things considerably heavier than one miserable, overweight thirtysomething.

In short, I was utterly miserable, and I knew it was my own fault for not taking better care of myself. I'd eat crap day in, day out, kidding myself that I wasn't having much junk, just an occasional treat; I'd deal with emotional episodes by eating because I felt like I "deserved" something nice; sometimes I'd just eat because I was bored, and I felt like eating something sweet might relieve that boredom.

I knew all these things before I started Slimming World. What I wasn't prepared for was how surprisingly easy it ended up being to change those habits — and what an immediate impact it would have on both my physical and mental wellbeing. I lost eight pounds in my first week on the programme, and have seen fairly consistent losses (albeit somewhat smaller ones!) ever since. I feel happier and more confident in myself; I don't feel ashamed when I see myself in the mirror any more — sometimes I actually quite like what I see, as narcissistic as that might sound — and while I'm still uneasy to do some things such as climbing ladders, I know that even if I'm still not quite 100% at a stage where I can live life "normally", I am on the right track and that I will get there eventually, at least so far as my physical wellbeing goes. My mental health is, of course, another matter, but that's a whole other set of things to deal with that I'm not sure how to even start tackling just yet.

I've found myself thinking about the future a bit since seeing my progress. Not in a particularly grand way or anything — just thinking about the things that I wouldn't have been able to do at the start of this year (such as those mentioned above) that I would be able to now. Andie and I are having a belated "honeymoon" at Center Parcs at the very end of November, for example, and I know that everything about that holiday is going to be much more comfortable and enjoyable for me than the last time we went. (Not that I didn't enjoy last time, mind you; it was just physically exhausting to lug myself around.)

And I feel like it would be something of a symbolic "victory" for me if, once I reach my target (or perhaps even go beyond it if I feel like I want to go further), I return to Alton Towers and comfortably hop onto all the rides that I simply wasn't able to physically fit onto the last time I went. I don't feel I'm quite ready for that just yet, but it won't be that long now if I carry on at the rate I'm going. And that's a good feeling; there are many things in life that it's impossible to "take back", but thankfully the mistakes I've made with my body and my habits don't appear to be counted in that category.

2080: Five Stones

I've finally crossed a significant milestone in my weight loss journey: I've now lost over five stone in total, a loss that also coincides with me dropping into a new stone bracket that represents the lowest weight I can remember being for a long time. I still want to — need to? — lose at least a couple more stone from here, but I've come a long way and I'm genuinely happy with what I've accomplished so far.

For those who have come to my blog more recently, I started Slimming World back in February of this year having decided that enough was enough, and that I really needed to lose some weight. This wasn't just a vanity thing; my weight had gotten to the point where I was physically uncomfortable. I was having trouble fitting into "normal"-sized chairs; I was encountering situations and pieces of equipment that I was too heavy to use — I had to skip out on part of a friend's stag night because they were doing some activities that I was significantly overweight for; and many of my clothes didn't fit any more.

More than anything, I was miserable. I suffer with depression anyway, but my weight problem was making things worse by having a physical effect on me. I was perpetually out of breath; I couldn't get comfortable in a chair or in bed; it was difficult and embarrassing to wear clothes that I knew once fit me. I felt physically repulsed when I saw my body in the mirror, I felt ashamed when I saw my stomach hanging down out of the bottom of a T-shirt I was wearing, and, to be perfectly frank, I was horrified that I couldn't see my knob when I looked down.

I had been aware of my weight problem gradually getting worse over the course of the last few years — probably at least the last ten years or so, if I'm perfectly honest — but every time I had tried to do anything about it previously, I had failed to have a significant impact. I'd tried dieting of various kinds — Atkins left me with a perpetual headache, and Slim-Fast was like eating wood chippings — as well as intensive exercise routines, and nothing had seemed to shift the weight at all. It was demoralising and upsetting; I didn't know what to do. I considered trying to be one of those people who is happy about being fat — or at least, someone who accepts that they're fat — but I couldn't do it. I was too ashamed of myself.

It's not an exaggeration to say that Slimming World has changed my life for the better. I first came to it because my wife's sister had had a considerable amount of success with it. Skeptical, I went along to a meeting, found out about their "food optimising" methods — a surprisingly flexible, enjoyable plan that doesn't really restrict you so much as make you think about making sensible choices — and stuck carefully to it. I lost a big chunk of weight in the first week, and have been losing weight pretty consistently ever since; with only two or three exceptions since February, I've lost at least a pound pretty much every week, and I certainly don't feel like I'm starving myself or anything, just being careful about what I put in my mouth.

Changing the way I think about food isn't the only way it's changed my life for the better, though. I'm more positive about myself and feel like I have more self-esteem as a result. I would still describe my sense of self as "somewhat fragile" if pressed, of course, but I no longer repulse myself when I see my reflection, which is progress. Now, when I see my body, I can think "yes, that's going well, but there's still a way to go" rather than "ugh, that's disgusting, who would ever want to look at that?"

Since that February, I've had a difficult time. I was ousted from the job I had back when I started under circumstances that, on reflection, actually feel somewhat "traumatic", for want of a better word — I keep remembering my last day, and how horrible those bastards made me feel; it stops me from sleeping quite often — but my progress with my weight loss has helped keep me sane even as I struggle to scrape together some meaningful work and income to survive into the future. And I don't think the importance of that should be underestimated; feeling like one thing is going right in your life helps you to believe that other things can eventually go right, too — you just might have to work at it a bit.

Five stone, then. That's a hell of a lot. Our previous Slimming World consultant used to bring in these little sandbags that weighed a pound, half a stone, a stone and so on; a stone is actually pretty heavy, and I was carrying five more of those around with me all day every day back in February. No wonder I was knackered and uncomfortable all the time. I hope I never get back into that situation — and I don't think I will, either.

1982: Below the Threshold

Slimming World tonight, and this week I lost a pleasing 3.5lb. I'm particularly pleased about this because of the impending celebrations at the weekend, which will doubtless involve eating lots of things I "shouldn't".

But I'm not going to worry about it. I'm going to enjoy the weekend to the fullest, then make sure I get back on plan once the weekend is over, and going by past experience, that should minimise the damage.

Tonight's result was pleasing for another reason, though: not only did it mark my crossing the "4 stone lost" threshold, I now find myself in a stone bracket that I can't remember the last time I was in. In other words, I'm the lightest I've been for quite some time. I still have a long way to go, but things are still going nicely in the right direction, which is very motivating.

I find myself wondering if my weight loss is going to continue, since there are some people in the group who really seem to struggle from week to week. At the moment, though, I'm not having too much difficulty keeping to the plan, and I'm seeing fairly consistent results. So in theory, if I just keep doing what I'm doing, things should continue the way they have been — at least until I eventually reach my target.

I don't know when that will be but after several years of despairing about my weight gain, I do now feel like I'll be able to reach it. It might take months or even years, but I have faith I'll get there.

1968: Another Week, Another Pound

Weigh-in night tonight, as it is every Wednesday, and I'm pleased to report that I've shed another pound this week. This is less than I've lost in some weeks, but I'm just pleased that it's continuing to go in a downwards direction almost every week. In the however-many-weeks it is since I joined Slimming World, I think I've only had one week where I put on weight, and in that instance it was only a pound. (And an entirely justified pound, given the amount of meat I consumed during my birthday celebrations.)

I'm still feeling positive about the whole thing, and I'm glad; one of the things that put me off any sort of dieting before was the fact that I'd get so utterly bored of it by a few days in, start "treating" myself to something because it couldn't hurt, and then end up right back where I started again. Or, in some instances, the diet would prove to be detrimental to my health; I recall I experimented with Atkins on one occasion and promptly spent most of that week suffering from some of the worst headaches I've ever had in my life. I didn't try that again.

But Slimming World allows me the flexibility to enjoy food — and food I like too. I'd probably get faster weight loss if I had a few more salads and few less bacon sandwiches of a morning, but I like bacon sandwiches and salads are rubbish, so since I'm still losing weight even when I have bacon sandwiches in the morning, I think I will stick with the bacon sandwiches, thank you very much.

I think the key to the whole thing, which is what I didn't seem to work out and/or stick with on any previous occasion where I've tried dieting, is to find "acceptable" substitutes for the things I like. My biggest weakness was always sweet things — sweets, chocolate, fizzy drinks, cakes, pastries, that sort of thing. The most significant change I've made to my eating and drinking since I started Slimming World is swapping out highly calorific sweet things for things that still satisfy that craving for something sweet but which don't cause me to pile weight on.

Muller Light yoghurt, for example, is "free" on Slimming World, meaning that you can have as much of it as you like in a day. I've found a bunch of flavours that I like very much (Vanilla with chocolate sprinkles, orange with chocolate sprinkles, coconut with chocolate sprinkles, cherry and the cappuccino one they don't seem to make any more) and will now reach for one of those rather than a chocolate bar.

Of course, the "syns" system on Slimming World means that I do have the flexibility to have a biscuit or a piece of chocolate now and again, so long as I don't go completely out of control with it. I can even enjoy an Indian takeaway within my allowance — turns out my favourite curry (dansak) is the lowest-syn curry there is, so I call that a win and a half. (Other favourites Chinese and pizza, however, are pretty much out of the window, sadly, though I'm surprised how little I've missed them.)

I have set myself a "target" weight that is still a fair distance away, and depending on how long it takes to get there and how I look and feel when I get there, I may consider attempting to lose even more on top of that. But I no longer feel as I once did — that the weight I had put on was never coming off, ever — and I feel hopeful and confident that, even if it takes months or years, I'll eventually be able to get to where I want to be. Seeing one member of the group tonight picking up his award for having lost a total of six stone since he joined was inspiring; I'm already over halfway to where he is after a relatively short period of time, so I'm looking forward to what the future holds, particularly as I'm already starting to feel better about myself when I see myself in a mirror or look down at my still-flabby-but-not-quite-as-much-as-before gut.

The journey will be long, then, but I'm still very much on the right road. I'm glad I took that difficult first step.

1940: An Open Letter to Paul Glass, Slimming World Consultant, Upper Shirley

Hi Paul,

I was saddened to hear this evening of your impending departure from the Upper Shirley Slimming World groups, but completely understand your reasoning behind it and would like to thank you for your openness and honesty with the group. I'm sure everyone you've helped to date is very happy to support your decision, and will keep you in our hearts even after you start your new life supporting your new family.

I'm writing this as an open letter online for a few reasons. Firstly, and most selfishly, for vanity purposes: it's a means of me celebrating my own achievements with Slimming World — something that would not have been possible without you, which I'll talk more about in a moment. Secondly, I hope it might potentially provide inspiration to anyone who happens to be reading who has struggled with similar issues to me. Thirdly, it provides the opportunity for others to be able to chime in and voice their support and gratitude for what you have done for each and every one of us. Fourthly and finally, I'm not that good with saying this sort of thing out loud due to a certain degree of social anxiety; I am, however, and not to sound like I'm blowing my own trumpet too much, somewhat more skilled with the written word, so this seemed like the most appropriate medium through which to deliver this important message.

I have lost nearly three and a half stone since joining the group about four months ago. Those four months have flown by; in the meantime, I lost my job under fairly personally traumatic circumstances, have had to secure new work for myself, begin to establish myself as a local music teacher and figure out what on earth to do with my life — something that, at thirty-four years of age, I still don't have a definitive answer for. Alongside that, I'm dealing with wedding preparation, other personal commitments, a friend who attempted suicide once and has threatened to do it again, and supporting my bride-to-be through a period of ill health. It has, in short, been a stressful, depressing and anxiety-inducing time.

In the past, my main means of coping with such a situation would have been to "treat myself" to something delicious, "because I deserved it" for dealing with difficult times. Unfortunately, as someone who suffers with depression and anxiety — conditions that I have recently started undergoing treatment for — I found myself relying on this means of emotional support more and more, which meant I piled the weight on and on, got bigger and bigger and heavier and heavier.

It had got to the point where I was embarrassed to look at older pictures of myself, because although I've been a fairly big fella for much of my adult life, I was conscious that I was far bigger than I'd ever been. It was starting to be physically uncomfortable. It was starting to affect my life, in that I was becoming increasingly conscious of silly little things like the fact that I was over the maximum recommended weight for a stepladder we have, that I was too fat to ride some of the rides at Alton Towers — one of the most humiliating experiences of my life — and that I was unable to participate in part of a friend's stag weekend activities because I was too heavy for Segways and treetop "Go Ape" activities. I was disgusted to look at myself in the mirror, and I worried that my appearance disgusted others, too — though the only people who ever commented on it were random strangers who occasionally made hurtful comments as I passed by them in public, and thankfully this was a rare occurrence, perhaps largely due to the fact that I generally prefer to stay indoors!

I was starting to despair over it. I felt that, whatever I did, I couldn't turn back this weight gain. I felt that I was doomed to continue gaining weight forever, and it's not an exaggeration to say that I thought — knew? — it would eventually be the premature death of me. I tried various things. I tried fad diets on several occasions. I tried exercising on several occasions. I tried eating "better", as I saw it. But nothing seemed to work; still the weight piled on, because still I had my weakness: my means of coping with difficult situations, and a life that seemed to attract said difficult situations.

I turned to Slimming World as a last resort. This was to be my last final push, my last attempt to do something about my weight, and if it didn't work, I was going to do my very best to try and at least accept myself the way I was if I couldn't change it. I chose Slimming World because my fiancee's sister has had some noticeable success with it since she joined, and because the programme, as described online, sounded like it was both appealing and practical to fit in to my life as it is today. So I bit the bullet, took that step and showed up to the 7:30 Upper Shirley group for the first time. And, while there are many things in my life that I regret, taking that step over the threshold and joining the group for the first time will never be one of them.

Why? Because you helped me achieve something that I had started to believe was impossible for me. You inspired me to try my best, but to take my journey at my own pace without pressure. You even helped me to enjoy food again; food had become something that "just happened", and it was pretty rare I found myself genuinely enjoying something, because it was often followed by guilt over whether I should have picked something "better" for me, or just passed altogether.

The wonderful support of the 7:30 Upper Shirley group counts for something, too, of course, as I'm sure you'd be the first to say. But your contribution to how much better I feel — both physically and emotionally — cannot be understated, and I will be forever grateful for you starting me on this path, as I'm sure I will be grateful for P's support as she helps us all continue on our journeys towards becoming the people we want to be.

My journey may have been proceeding faster than I ever dreamed possible, but I still have a long way to go. Rather than this being a scary, demoralising concept, however, you have helped me rise to the challenge and feel confident that, with time, dedication, effort and the support of everyone around me, that I really can achieve anything.

Thank you, Paul, from the bottom of my heart, and I wish you the very best of luck in your future endeavours. The Upper Shirley groups will miss you greatly.

Pete Davison

1913: Loser

I blogged before last night's Slimming World session so I wasn't able to enthuse about my progress, so I'll do it now instead.

After a small gain (1lb — I kind of expected it after an extravagant lunch on a training day for some new work I'm starting on) last week, I made up for that with a frankly somewhat surprising loss of 5lb this week.

I won't lie: I'd been concerned that last week's gain would herald the beginning of a "plateau" of weight loss, and force me into having to cut back even more on the things that I'm still able to have while losing weight. I've already sacrificed some of life's particularly great pleasures like a lot of takeaways (though, pleasingly, if I eat carefully for the rest of the day I can still get away with my favourite curry, a dhansak), pizza, cake, non-diet fizzy pop and a lot of chocolate (though, again, I can occasionally get away with this if I'm careful) and don't really want to have to give up anything else; it's all very well saying that people should "eat healthily", but if the things you suggest people snack on taste like wood chippings and don't satisfy cravings at all, then that's not going to help anyone.

Thankfully, as we've seen, that hasn't happened; I've continued doing what I've been doing — following the Slimming World programme pretty strictly, except on occasions where it's impossible to do so due to the food being out of my control — and I've made impressive progress this week.

One thing following the programme has done for me is make me think a bit more carefully about what choices I make when presented with a situation like going out for lunch. I had the pleasing opportunity to catch up with some friends I haven't seen for ages the other day at a local bar/cafe/cantina-type place that we're all rather fond of. It would have been very easy to simply order the "Hero Burger" from the menu — which is an amazing burger, to be fair, accompanied by skin-on crispy fries — but instead I opted for the jambalaya, which, while still not entirely "healthy" is probably better for me than a burger and chips. (It wasn't bad, though a little oniony for my taste.)

I've also successfully made the transition to diet sodas for the most part; I've discovered that while Diet Coke still tastes like piss, Diet Pepsi actually doesn't, to me, taste particularly different to actual Pepsi. If we're talking full-sugar goodness, I prefer Coke, but in the diet sector, Pepsi is much nicer. I was also pleased to discover that diet Fanta (and Tesco equivalents) don't taste any different to their full-sugar counterparts, so that was an easy switch to make, too.

For years, it's felt like an unattainable dream to imagine myself as being a bit… all right, a lot slimmer. But finally, I feel like it's something I might be able to achieve. It might — it probably will — take months, maybe even years, but I'm on the right track for once, and it's nice to feel at least one aspect of my life is proceeding in the right direction.

1899: Continued Shrinkage

Slimming World tonight, and I'm pleased to report that I lost another 3.5lb this week, which puts me in the "Club 10" category; I've lost 10% of what my body weight was when I started. If I can keep at or below this weight for 10 weeks, I get a free week of membership: a small reward, but an incentive nonetheless.

I'm pleased at how well I've managed to stick with it so far. The fact that the "diet" itself isn't anywhere near as restrictive as a lot of other plans has helped me maintain my motivation to keep with it. I can continue to eat many of the things I enjoy, so long as they're prepared appropriately — in most cases, this means substituting oil for low-calorie cooking spray, which I haven't noticed having a particularly big impact on flavour. It obviously rules out things like deep-frying, which is a shame as there are certain things — hash browns are one — which are unquestionably superior when deep-fried compared to baked, but it's something I can live without.

Or rather, I don't necessarily have to live without these things so long as I pay attention to their "syn" values. Syns are abstract values that I believe are somewhat tied to calorific content, but also seem take into account things like sugar, fat and so on. The pronunciation of the name is perhaps a little misleading — they're not "sins", but rather short for "synergy" in that they provide controlled doses of the parts of a balanced diet that are easy to let run away with themselves — things like the aforementioned fats and sugars. We need these things to function — we need calories, too — but having too much of anything is where problems start. By limiting "syn" intake to 5-15 a day — I normally err towards the 15 mark, since I still enjoy my food — it's much easier to keep a handle on what's going in. And that, in turn, helps the weight continue to fall off: since I've started, which was, I believe, about 10 weeks ago, I haven't had a single week where I haven't lost weight as yet. I'm sure it'll happen eventually — every week I expect to have reached that plateau and have to start working a bit harder — but for now, the efforts I'm making are being rewarded.

And that's a good feeling. At a time in my life where I can't honestly say things have been going particularly "well" — though things are marginally better than they have been thanks to me getting some sporadic work here and there — it's nice to have one thing where I'm consistently and regularly having the opportunity to genuinely celebrate some success. And I'm pleased that the Slimming World group I'm a member of — as with most Slimming World groups, from what I'm given to understand — is more than happy to celebrate that success and keep me motivated to continue.

That and the fact I tried a pair of jeans on earlier that I couldn't do up a few months ago and they went on easily.

1850: All Wound Up

The last couple of weeks have been shit. And they are likely to continue being shit. Particularly tomorrow which, without going into details, promises to be a real humdinger of a never-ending, toilet bowl-splattering, sloppy half-digested poo of a day.

I shan't go into details for various reasons, but suffice to say I am Not Having a Good Time. I feel marginally better now than I did earlier today — more on that in a moment — but for the most part I am reaching one of those "troughs" with regard to my emotional state and mental health. And oh boy, it's a deep one. I'd go so far as to say that there have been times in the last couple of weeks when I have been feeling pretty much as bad as I did when I hit my previous lowest ever ebb back in 2010 when my then-wife and I parted ways. That's not a record I particularly want to try and beat.

There was one positive amid all the crap, though, and that was that at Slimming World this evening I had successfully shed another 3lbs, even amid all the stress, anxiety and depression that the last couple of weeks have caused me. I candidly admitted during the group session that my ongoing success — I've now lost over a stone in total — was one much-needed positive thing in the middle of a horrible period in my life, and that I was thankful for the support the group sessions — and the overall structure and targets of the programme — were providing me in this difficult time. I walked away with the "Slimmer of the Week" award, which was somewhat unexpected, and which netted me a bag full of (healthy, "Free Food") goodies. So that's good.

Almost everything else is shit though. And it looks like continuing to be shit for the foreseeable future right now.

I could be pleasantly surprised. But I'm not holding my breath.

Perhaps I should. Shit stinks, after all.

1836: Making... The Opposite of "Gains"

Before I write what I want to write tonight, I'd like to address something first.

There are certain topics I write about on here that seem to attract comments more than others, often from people who don't comment a lot or whom I've never seen before. One such subject is weight loss and dieting. This probably isn't a coincidence, as weight loss, dieting and all that sort of thing are the kinds of subjects that seem to rank rather highly in terms of search engine optimisation and whatnot, and consequently a lot of spam is based around them, because presumably they're things that a lot of people are looking for.

Now, there's nothing wrong with a popular topic inviting comment from people who I've perhaps never seen around this site before, but I did want to address one specific thing: with regard to weight loss and dieting, I have made my choices. I've gone for Slimming World, because I've seen it work on people I know in the "real world". It fits in with my lifestyle and, importantly, doesn't interrupt the lifestyle of people I spend time with. Not only that, but I've found it, so far anyway, to be a programme that doesn't make me feel like I'm punishing myself for past food-related transgressions: I'm not starving myself and I'm not depriving myself of anything — I am, instead, simply moderating what I have of certain things and enjoying as much as I like of other things in order to fill full and satisfied.

Consequently, while I appreciate this is something that people have a lot of strong opinions on and, in many cases, believe that their way is the "best" way, I will reiterate that I've made my choices and I'm going to stick with them for the moment. It's great that paleo diets or cutting out [x] and [y] or whatever works for some people, but neither of those approaches are for me, for the reasons I've outlined above: they don't fit with my lifestyle, and they interfere with the lifestyles of people I spend time with. So, attempting not to sound too harsh here… I don't want to hear about these other approaches for the moment, at least not in a "this way is better than what you're doing" context. By all means share your stories if you've had success with them, but please, for the moment, as I begin down the long road to shedding as much weight as I possibly can, don't cause me to second-guess the choices I've made and think that I'm doing it "wrong". I need support in this, not criticism.

I thenk yaw.

Now, on to business.

It was my second Slimming World meeting this evening, and I'm pleased to report that I lost an impressive 8lbs over the course of the last week.

I'm frankly astonished. Last week I'd heard people talk about losing chunks of weight like this in one go, but having always been someone who's struggled immensely to get weight off, I had begun to think it was the sort of thing that could never happen to me. My body repulses me; it makes me feel guilty and horrible any time I see myself in the mirror, but doing anything about it always felt futile. I'd go to the gym and do intense (for a fat man) exercise routines, and would never see any difference even after months of effort. I'd try and eat better, but again I wouldn't see any results, I'd get depressed and end up bingeing on cake and sweets and crisps and whatever. But I still couldn't accept it. I couldn't be one of those people who could look at themselves, big belly and all, and say "yes, this is me, deal with it, I am happy with who I am." Because I am not happy with who I am.

Losing 8lbs in a week, though, has motivated me to continue with following the Slimming World programme, which has so far proven to be unobtrusive, despite it forcing me to make a few changes about my lifestyle with regard to food and drink. I'm under no illusions, though: I know that this rate of weight loss almost certainly won't continue past this first week, but frankly, so long as I can continue dropping a little bit each week — which, if I stick to the plan as much as I have this week, shouldn't be a problem — I will be happy and satisfied, and with any luck will eventually reach the goal I've set for myself. From there I can decide if I want to go further, or whether I'm happy with that. And by that point, I should hopefully have got into some good habits that will be the norm for me rather than a significant adjustment.

If it turns out that losing weight is actually really easy and I've simply been being stupid for these last few years, I won't lie: I'm going to be frustrated with myself for not having made these adjustments sooner. But at the same time it's pleasing to know that it's not impossible, that it's not too late for me and that it is possible to take aim for something a little more akin to what I'd consider a "normal" existence rather than the slight detachment from reality and normal society that I currently feel as a fat man.

It remains to be seen how much progress I will make in the next few weeks, but for tonight, I'm certainly feeling very positive indeed. Let's hope this feeling continues.

#oneaday Day 847: You Must be This Skinny to Ride

I've been going back and forth in my mind as to whether or not I should write about this, but given subjects I've happily covered in the past on this blog I figured what the hell. In for a penny, in for a pound, or something. Hopefully writing about this will prove cathartic, as I've been feeling fairly shitty for a fair chunk of the day.

Today, as you'll know if you have read recent posts, Andie and I went to Alton Towers. I was looking forward to this a great deal, as it's been a long time since I'd been and I was very curious about the new rides — as well as going on some old favourites.

All was going well. We'd been on the Runaway Mine Train, the Rapids, the Flume and an awesomely fun rollercoaster called Air that suspends you in a "lying down" position as if you're flying like Superman, and we were having a great time.

Then I tried to go on Ripsaw. I had a feeling there might be trouble when the seats felt a bit small. I wasn't expecting it to be quite so mortifying, however.

To cut a long story short, I had to get off the ride because I was too fat. The attendant didn't use those words, obviously (if he had, I would have probably yelled more than a few obscenities at him and/or punched him) but there it was. Apparently the (already very tight on most people) safety harness thingies couldn't be lowered enough on to me, so I had to get off. They gave me a "Priority Pass" to get on something else immediately, but guess what? All of the rides it covered also had very similar issues. I tried one and didn't dare get on any others after that, as I was so upset.

I don't think I've ever felt so humiliated as when I was getting off Ripsaw and walking across the front of the ride area towards the exit. I didn't hear anyone laughing at me, but it didn't matter. I was mortified. I was The Guy Who Was Too Fat To Ride. I won't lie, it upset me enough to make me cry. I have issues with my body shape as it is, and to have it "confirmed" by strangers was just the worst feeling.

I am totally insecure in my body shape. I'm not what you'd call "massive" by any means. But I have quite a "solid" upper body. I hate it. I feel revulsion when I look at myself in the mirror. I wish I could just be happy in who I was, but when a day out is spoiled by your own fatness, it's hard not to take it personally, particularly when you're already made to feel like a social pariah by the way the world is set up.

Every time I see statistics about the number of obese people in the country, I feel bad. Every time someone on Twitter makes some judgemental comment about obese people, I get upset. I gave up on Wii Fit in the end because I was getting so demoralised every time I did the Body Test and it made my Mii swell up like a balloon. I've even been insulted by complete strangers in the past because of my weight. The world is set up to make me feel like Being Fat Is Bad and that I should Do Something About It.

Here's the thing, though: I am doing something about it. I am going to the gym regularly, doing at least an hour of cardio every time (plus some weights work) and burning anywhere between 600 and 800 calories in a session. I am watching what I eat, counting calories and trying to make sure I have a deficit of a decent size, but not so much I'm starving myself. And still I feel like a societal reject because the weight is hard to get off. I wasn't expecting it to be easy, but I would have expected to have at least a little impact by now. Perhaps it has and I just haven't realised or noticed. But it's incredibly demoralising when you discover that despite your best efforts, you're Too Fat To Do That Thing You Like.

I'm really not sure what I can do beyond what I'm already doing — perhaps trying to up the intensity further on my workouts, and making sure I'm being as consistent and disciplined as possible. But my experience today made me feel like absolute shit about myself, through no-one's fault in particular. Besides my own, I guess.

I've known people who were pretty large who successfully managed to lose a buttload of weight and completely change their body type. I feel jealous when I see those people, and I wonder if I'll ever succeed. On days like today, it feels like it won't ever happen.

I have calmed down a bit since earlier. Shit happens, and the rest of the day was fun. I am thirty-one years old, and Alton Towers probably wasn't built with thirty-one year old men in mind. Perhaps I just need to let go of the past and do things that are more friendly to thirty-one year old men instead of stuff I was doing around half my lifetime ago. Going to the gym. Sitting in the jacuzzi at our hotel (so relaxing — just the thing after a stressful day). Hanging out with friends and playing board games. Playing Diablo III. Being at peace with oneself.

I'm not sure I'll ever manage the last bit unless I successfully manage to shed a whole buttload of weight. I certainly intend to keep on trying, but you'll forgive me if I have occasional lapses in hope for my long-term success.

Thank you for indulging me with this post. We're off to the Alton Towers Water Park tomorrow, so hopefully that will be a much more fun day.