Just eat dust

"So how did you do?"

Hmm....do you have to ask me that? In a loud voice. In full view. Other people might hear. "Oh ok then...I'll tell you". Quickly. Quietly.

Familiar scene to any members of a slimming club? Or is it just my club where the members are fascinated by other people's progress (or lack of)? I find the weekly ritual difficult enough without multiple observers.

I'm probably being mean. It's probably a team thang. Most definitely a girl thing. Sharing a great week, lamenting a bad one. But after the whole rigmarole of picking the lightest possible outfit to wear and visiting the bathroom as often as possible beforehand, I just want to sneak in, weigh and go. Just weigh and go.

I'm an open kinda person. Happy to share most things. But not really this. The cynic in me wonders if I'm being asked through genuine consideration or one-upmanship. I find I play down a good weight loss, and over-emphasise a gain. I should have the confidence to be loud and proud, but I'm not there quite yet.

I suppose deep down, I don't want to delve too deeply into why I've had a bad week. Where I've opened Lou's sweets before he's even had a chance. When I've kidded myself that one more biscuit won't make that much difference. That there aren't too many calories in a vodka & diet coke, even when I've drunk a vat of it.

Different story on a week where I've stuck to the plan. I'm practically skipping to club to see the girls (and token man) and the wealth of characters there. The motivational leader, the stalwarts for whom the meeting is a chance to catch up with their friends, the big losers, the carefree "on targets", the "must-try-harder-next-weeks". Luckily, no Marjorie Dawes. Our commonality is that whatever stage we're at, we're all still going. Paying our fivers. Still working at it. Might take us one year, in my case ten years! But we're all still trying.

I'm going to the Christmas Party in a few weeks' time. We're going to a kebab restaurant for dinner. Strange choice for a slimming club party, but hey-ho. Maybe a bit of bonding over houmous will find me a diet buddy.  Someone who I can whisper to, who will share my confidences, who won't pass judgement when I've broken the rules.

I leave you with Slimming World's Slimmer of the Year, Carole Wright who lost nearly 20 stone in two years. Yep, 20 stone. http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150397090909483.369993.180102619482&type=3

Way to go Carole! And a big "way to go" to all my prospective diet buddies.

Happy Wednesday x