Cambridge Weight Plan – Week 1 Weigh-In

I know I’ve been quite silent about my CWP diet over the last few days – but to be honest, all I’d have been writing about is how I want to eat. And eat. And eat. And never stop.

I’m not hungry – not always. But I just want to eat! I keep thinking about different kinds of food – pizza from Pizze Riah, steak from Talindos, kebabs from Spice Route, burgers at Bistro 7, popcorn in the cinema – and I wonder if I’ll ever get to eat any of them again.

I will, right? At some point? Someone please tell me?

Anyway, so I carried on with my shakes and soups. I’ve no issues with any of the soups – they all taste good. I just wish there was slightly more of it! When I first went in, the ladies told me I could swap flavours of anything I didn’t like after one week. I didn’t even try the strawberry or banana shakes. Or the chocolate orange for that matter. And I wasn’t too thrilled with the butterscotch or cappuccino flavours – so I switched them all for chocolate and vanilla. I know it will get boring fast, but I’d rather have something I like than something that will make me gag!

So today is one week since the diet started and I had to go in and get myself weighed.

I was a bit nervous about it for some reason. I didn’t feel like I’ve lost any weight.

They did my shake flavours swap and I stood on the scales.

I have lost…

3.3 kg

Hooray! They don’t take measurements until week 2, so I’ll have to wait for that.

Now another week of these soups and shakes and we’ll see what happens!

2.5kgs of fat v 2.5kgs of muscle
2.5 kg of fat and 2.5 kg of muscle


Personal Shopping

I’ve put on a lot of weight. I’ve gone up two dress sizes. Yes, the same happened when I was pregnant with V1. But I never really lost all the weight the first time round, so now I’m bigger than I was then. Oh – and my feet have also grown. Again. Last time they grew half a size. This time they’ve grown a full size. So they’re a size and a half bigger than they were before V1 was born!

I’m not thrilled about it. And I know I can lose a lot of it (if I put my mind to it) – but it will take time. More likely it will take time until I actually start doing something about it! It’s very rare that I feel determined to do something. It wasn’t until last year that I started looking semi-normal (for me) again. And that was when V1 turned three! I’ll have to start working at it sooner this time I guess.

Before I go any further, it would be worth mentioning that I’m not trying to offend anyone with my comments about size or shape. I’m not saying that big isn’t beautiful or anything like that. I’m talking about MY size and MY shape and how it makes ME feel. I think if you feel good, you look good. And right now, I’m not feeling good. Got it? Good.

Since Baby V was born (two months ago), I’ve worn leggings every day. Leggings and a maternity t-shirt. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I’m very comfortable – I won’t deny that. I tried on some jeans about two weeks after he was born. Big mistake. I couldn’t get anything round my waist and zips hurt my c-section site. So I decided I wasn’t going to do that again.

I was tempted to buy lots of winter clothes. You know – layers! But that was pointless as I am only in London for a short time. And I’m glad I didn’t as it’s been so warm. Well, until yesterday anyway.

And now I need summer clothes. All summer long I’d waddle around the shops (buying stuff for the children) admiring the clothes. I wanted to buy loads – but didn’t know what size I’d need. So I didn’t buy anything. And I’m regretting it now!

Anyway – so since I’ve never been this size (very large) or shape (very round) before, I’ve really struggled to buy clothes. I didn’t know how to dress for my shape or what would look good/what I could get away with.

The first thing I did was go to John Lewis to get myself measured so I could buy new bras. I couldn’t wait to get back into underwired bras! After trying on about ten bras, the ‘fitter’ (I don’t know what else to call her) told me my size. She then went on to tell me that they had NOTHING in stock in that size. Lovely. So I went to House of Fraser. I got fitted again. Turns out I wasn’t the size the woman in JL told me, and I was actually another size. But that size wasn’t in stock at House of Fraser. I was ready to have a meltdown. All I wanted was a bra! The lady at House of Fraser gave me another size option. The fit wasn’t perfect – but it would do.

I’d been thinking about making myself an appointment for a personal shopper at John Lewis or Debenhams. To help me with my clothing dilemma. I’ve been to John Lewis A LOT over the last few months – and while I’ve liked a few things I’ve seen – I hadn’t liked loads. So I decided not to do it there. I don’t know why I decided against Debenhams, I just did. So while I was in House of Fraser that day, I made a Personal Shopper appointment for the following Wednesday. The lady who took the appointment asked me if I’d mind a male stylist. I was quite happy with that. In fact, I preferred it.

The next morning I put on my new bra. And I was really upset. It just didn’t fit properly. It had looked alright in the store – but terrible at home. So I went to Bravissimo. Why I didn’t go there in the first place, I just don’t know. The lady who did my fitting was brilliant and I left with four new bras. Hooray!

So the morning of my personal shopping appointment dawned. I was nervous. What would it be like? Would it be like a Trinny and Susannah thing? Would I look like a different person (yes please!)? Would I get to walk round and choose stuff with the stylist? Would he laugh at me and my huge arse? Would he advise me on what I should and shouldn’t wear? Clearly I had too much time to think about it!

Anyway, so I arrived fifteen minutes early and waited. And waited. A man finally showed up. He looked at me and smiled and said, ‘Hi’. I said ‘Hi’ too. And then he said, ‘I haven’t seen you for a long time.’ Errr… Or ever? I told him we’d not met before. He looked a bit confused but shrugged it off.

He led me to a private dressing area for my consultation. I explained that I had just had a baby and needed summer clothes – day and evening. The consultation was about ten minutes long. He said it would normally be longer, but because there’s only winter wear on the shop floor there weren’t going to be too many choices! Great. He told me to wait there and that he’d be back in about thirty minutes with a whole bunch of stuff to try on. That was fine, but I was confused. How was he going to know what I will or won’t wear? He didn’t know that I try to avoid sleeveless tops (the arm holes always gape and my back fat isn’t a pretty sight). He didn’t know that I like sparkly things. Or that I didn’t want to wear any short tops. What the hell was he going to bring me?

When he came back, he brought a rail of clothing. I immediately saw things that I hated. And a couple of things that I quite liked. On the whole I didn’t think he really ‘got’ me. But how could he have? I tried everything on anyway and I have to admit, I was quite impressed with some of the things. He told me I had to dress for the body I have. Not the body I had. NO SHIT? REALLY? Isn’t that why I was there? He also told me that if I wear long tops and t-shirts, my legs would look shorter. Oh yeah! I saw that immediately. I’d much rather have my arse hidden away, but that wouldn’t always be possible. I wondered why he hadn’t bought me some of the evening wear I’d seen when I’d walked around earlier. Did he think I was too old? Too fat? Wouldn’t need it? I let it go and decided I could always try stuff on on my own at a later time.

So he did quite well. I bought quite a lot. I won’t tell you how much I spent or how many items I bought. But I will tell you that because it was all mostly summer wear, it was pretty much all on sale!

The experience has bolstered my confidence a little. I feel a bit better about going into shops and trying on (and buying) larger sizes than I’m used to.

But I am going to miss my leggings and maternity t-shirts once I’m back in Lagos!



I’m ‘Thinking Slimmer’ – The Next 21 Days

After posting I’m ‘Thinking Slimmer’ – The First 21 Days and being a little disappointed by the results, I feel nervous and impatient about whether the next 21 days will be better…  I lost only 1 kilo.  I know – I’ve read it several times – it takes longer for some people than others.  I guess I’m one of those!

During my pregnancy I put on a *lot* of weight.  About 20 kilos.  44 lbs.  3 stone 2 lb.  The maternity jeans I bought when I was 4 months pregnant, didn’t fit by the time I was 8 months pregnant.  And while I was pregnant, I was quite happy to be fat!  The picture below was taken at my baby shower.  I was six and a half months pregnant then.


When Vinay was born at only 2.5 kilos, Hub asked, ‘If he’s only 2.5 kilos, how did you put on so much weight?’ Or something along those lines.  I cried.  But that didn’t stop me eating whatever I wanted or drinking Coke every day (usually during the day when he was at work and wouldn’t find out).

Once Vindoo turned seven months, I decided that enough was enough.  I had to at least start trying to lose the baby weight.  When I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a fat face, fat arms, big, huge thighs and a belly with an over-hang because of the c-section.  Looking at photos was worse – because it was proof that what I see is what other people also see.  The photo below was taken when Vindoo was six and a half months old.  I know – I look like I’m having twins.  And the problem is, Vindoo’s turning ten months in three days, and I don’t think I look any different to the below photo!  I *need* to fit back into my size 12 clothes.  I *want* my face to not look like a Mr. Potato-Head.


Although my Slimpod hasn’t (so far) worked as fast as I’d like, I have noticed changes in the last 21 days.  Some of these are:

* I work out 4 times a week (usually).  And if for any reason I can’t make it to my class, I try and do something at home.  Or I just feel guilty about not doing anything.

* I haven’t had a Coke.  And… I don’t really want one *just realised this is true and jaw has hit desk*.

* I’ve cut down on the amount of sweets/chocolates/cake I normally eat.

* I feel better about myself (until I see pre-pregnancy photos)

So, here’s the next 21 days…

Day 22 – Day 27

I only did two aerobics classes during these days – but they were hard work!  I mostly had light lunches, and didn’t snack much.  On the Friday (Day 25) I had to go out for lunch.  I was very surprised at myself – I had a Soda water (when the person opposite me had a Coke I thought I would want one, but didn’t).  I had about 3 French fries (unheard of).  I didn’t have the ice cream (although I had some apple crumble).  And the cup cake… I saved it for Hub and then had 2 bites.  On Day 26 we went to a friend’s house for dinner – and the food there is always delicious… But I did not have double-helpings of anything.  And I had a little dessert – not half as much as I would normally eat!

I weighed myself on Day 27.  Since Day 1, I have lost 3.5lbs.  Surely it should be disappearing faster than this??

Day 28 – Day 34

No workout this week – Pilates teacher is on holiday and aerobics teacher was having surgery on her toe.  She’s not taking classes for two weeks.  And I’ve not felt motivated enough to do any working-out at home!  I’ve not been doing too badly, I don’t think.  Still no Coke this week.  I didn’t snack between meals until Day 32 when I had a bag of salted popcorn.  I felt guilty – but it was just so good!  This has not been a good week at all.  I have already told myself that I will start the whole process over again when I finish Day 42!

I weighed myself on Day 34.  I haven’t lost any weight.  But I guess it’s good that I’ve not put any on?

Day 35 – 42

I’ve done really well this week.  I haven’t worked out, but I’ve not had *any* chocolate (apart from two bites of cake on mil’s birthday).  And Hub and I decided to have a potato-free week.  And it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.  It’s actually been really easy!  I’m so proud of myself!  Sunday was a little difficult – it always is.  I had ice cream 😦  But I’m still proud of myself.

I weighed myself on Day 40.  In total, I’ve lost 4.4lbs.

Can this be correct?  How is this possible?  All I see on Twitter is stories of weight melting off people.  My eating habits have definitely changed – and I’m pleased about that, but shouldn’t I have lost more weight?  It has been 42 days!

I will continue on my quest to lose the baby weight, and I will continue with Thinking Slimmer…  

I WILL WIN!  It will just be harder than I thought…


I’m ‘Thinking Slimmer’ – The First 21 Days

As you may have already read, I’ve been battling to get rid of my baby weight.  I didn’t try so hard (ok, to be honest, I didn’t try at all) for the first six months after Vindoo was born, but for the last three months, I’ve been trying very hard!

I started doing the P90X workout at home (five days a week).  I did this for a couple of weeks, and was feeling good about myself.  However, I always found it difficult to get myself motivated enough to just get on with it and do it.  Also, it’s pretty hardcore.  And I found myself forwarding some of the exercises I didn’t want to do.  Seriously?  A five-way lunge?

Then a friend told me that she was going to pilates classes twice a week.  I’d never done it before, so decided to give it a go.  I really enjoyed it.  I LOVED that there was no cardio and although it’s difficult – I find it quite relaxing.  So then I started going to pilates twice a week and doing the P90X three times a week.  But somehow, I didn’t feel like I was doing enough. 

Next, I arranged with some friends to go to LBT (legs, bums and tums) classes twice a week.  The instructor has a lot of energy and makes us do a lot of cardio (which I do, but hate).  And although I call it LBT, she focuses on different things.  Last week we did a bit of weights.  Tomorrow she said we’d do a bit of circuit training (I think I might be too sick to go)!

Now, between starting pilates and going to LBT I discovered Thinking Slimmer completely by accident.  I was reading tweet after tweet (after tweet) by Mocha Beanie Mummy about how fabulous it was and how she had lost loads of weight.  What was this all about?  What was a Slimpod?  And how did I get one?

Slimpods are a series of unique voice recordings which help people to achieve permanent weight loss. Unlike other methods of losing weight, there are no diets, no calorie counting and no willpower required. Slimpods have been developed by Harley Street experts and use modern approaches to the science of unconscious persuasion to gently retune the mind and adjust the way slimmers think about the world, especially in relation to food, health and fitness.

(Taken from Thinking Slimmer website)

Great!  I wanted one.  NOW!  There are two purchase options.  You can either buy a CD or a download.  Buying the download was not an option – because my internet connection is crap (as stated in one of my previous posts).  So I asked my sister to order the ‘Drop two dress sizes (or more) Slimpod for me, to our London address.  The wait for someone to come and bring it for me was unbearable!

So, I finally got it and started using it immediately.  I won’t go into how it works, etc. (you can read all that on their website) – I’ll just tell you that I love Trevor Silvester’s voice!

Here’s how my first twenty-one days went!

Week 1:

I have not had a Coke at all (those of you that know me, know that this is unheard of).  I usually have pancakes for breakfast once a week – This week, I have not.  I have not snacked between meals.  I am even eating more some salad.  I had three wafer biscuits after dinner the other night – not good, right?  But I only had three!  Previously, I would have finished the whole lot!  And the most shocking thing…  Hub and I went out to dinner on Saturday night and I ordered the tiramisu for dessert.  I had about three bites and left the rest.  He thought I might have been feeling unwell (hmpgh)!  At my first weigh-in, I’ve lost 2.2lbs.  It doesn’t sound like much, does it?


Week 2:

I’ve still not had any Coke.  Or pancakes!  I’ve thought about it – but then just changed my mind…  I love how that happens!  I only worked out three times this week and feel a bit guilty, but it’s done now!  I haven’t snacked between meals (during the week when I’m home).  On Friday I went out to a friend’s house and had only one cupcake!  On Saturday we went to a 1st birthday party.  I found it impossible to resist the homemade butter cookies – and had LOADS (but at least they were small).  I had chicken salad for lunch that day – but I didn’t finish it.  I find Sundays quite difficult – because we laze in front of the TV a lot, I find that I snack more.  So I went out and bought myself some yogurts 🙂  I keep asking myself if I’m resisting (more often than not) sweet food and drinks because I know should, or if it’s because of the slimpod…  This morning two people have told me I look like I’ve lost weight (I think it was because I was wearing all black).  But I still have a potato face…  At my second weigh-in, I’ve PUT ON 0.8lbs.  I knew I shouldn’t have had those wafers last night 😥

On the Thinking Slimmer website, it does say that not everyone will see results immediately – so I’ll just stick it out!


Week 3:

So… Week 3… Still no Coke.  I feel tempted – but I just get myself a Soda water instead (not the same really, but it does the trick).  Still no pancakes.  I have worked out, but not *as* much.  I haven’t snacked between meals – apart from the yogurt I bought last week.  At dinner on Saturday night I had a nibble (just a nibble) of chocolate cake without the ice cream!  But I also had a lot of vodka…  At my third weigh-in, I am the same weight I was at the end of week one.  I must admit that I feel disappointed.  Maybe I’m eating too much bread?  Maybe I should stop eating potatoes (I’d rather die)?  I have noticed differences in my eating habits, though.  I definitely don’t eat as much junk…  Just the odd chocolate here and there.


I hope the next 21 days are better!


Putting On and Taking Off the Baby Weight

I have always enjoyed good food and have never believed in ‘depriving’ myself of anything. I did exercise (on and off), so was able to keep myself in my regular size 12 clothes.

When I found out I was pregnant, I waited for the morning sickness to start. It didn’t (thank goodness). And I was hungry aaaaaall the time! Or maybe I wasn’t hungry and just ate because I wanted to or because I could. I’m not sure.

When I think about it now, I feel very guilty because my diet at that time wasn’t exactly healthy. I drank a lot of Coke. Sometimes at 6am. I hate the (longlife) milk here- so I was drinking little cartons of chocolate milk (twice a day). I ate chocolate all day long and didn’t do any exercise. I did eat some healthy things of course – but it’s difficult to remember those now. The main thing is: my boy is happy and healthy despite the crap I ate.

My mother constantly told me not to eat for two. I ignored her and, sometimes, even ate for three!

At 7 months I went to London to await the arrival of my gorgeous boy.
OMG- McDonald’s! We don’t have McDonald’s in Lagos. I went craaaaaazy! Cheeseburger, large fries and a Coke. The week before baby was born- I had 2 cheeseburgers (but only 1 portion of fries!)!
And the worst thing is – I used to stop off on my way back from my weekly check-up. I told myself I’d only go once a week (after the Dr) – but I usually ended up there 2 or 3 times a week. And sometimes I had to sneak away from my mum and my hub to get my fix.

Oh! And I forgot about the Coco Pops. I hadn’t eaten those since I was 18. And suddenly I couldn’t stop eating them. Two or three bowls a day (One after the other. Every morning while watching America’s Next Top Model).

And the Bourbon biscuits! I had to steal them from the kitchen and hide them under my pillow to eat in the middle of the night. All because I wanted to avoid the disapproval of the mothership.

Needless to say – I put on a lot of weight. And I put it on everywhere!! My boy is 9 months old (almost) and my wedding ring still doesn’t fit!

After baby was born, I found it difficult to stop eating so much (and I wasn’t breastfeeding (but that’s another story)). Luckily I went right off the Coco Pops. Didn’t go off McDonald’s, though.
And I still want to eat and eat and eat (sometimes).

It was 7 months after V was born that I started exercising again. Pilates twice a week and P90X 3 days a week. And funnily enough-because I’m exercising, I don’t feel like eating *that* much anymore. Unless we go out!

I feel much better about myself and my body. I went from a size 12 to a 16 (sometimes even 18) and now I fit into some size 14 clothes.

I’ve still got a long way to go – but I’ll get there in the end.