No, that’s not me. It’s an Aquascutum model.
Actually this post title is unfortunate and I probably shouldn’t have used it. But there we go.
I got on the scales today (WeightWatchers, digital, they’re fairly reliable) and the readout did its computations and then blinked up at me 11 st 3.8 lbs. To those who don’t use the antiquated stone system in Britain – that equates to roughly 158 lbs (or 71.6 kgs).
Put simply. This is the lowest I have weighed in many years. I used to put my ‘sweet spot’ at 11 3/4 stone (164 lbs or 74.3 kgs). Not long ago I revised that down to 11.5 stone but it appears even that I’ve now fallen through.
With regard to my other statistics – I’m 6ft tall, have a 32″ waist (though I wear a belt so my actual waist size is probably slightly less than that) and my chest size is a UK 38 (the second smallest size they do in any of the big department stores). For t-shirts and tops I buy small.
More photos of this model on Aquascutum’s website.
The last time I became somewhat Messianic about my weight people commented. A lot. That was at my old job where I was close to a lot of the people and they knew me well (i.e. the job before the last). I remember clearly one of my closest friends once saying I looked ‘painfully thin’. I don’t look or feel thin. Quite the opposite, I still have quite a lot of fat on me which is why I go to the gym 2-3 times a week and pound the treadmill, bike, cross-trainer and rowing machine.
At the far recesses of my mind I know I’m probably not overweight. But it’s a difficult one to call. Over the last few years it has become extremely important to me. In others I actually find a few extra pounds quite attractive. But not in myself. In myself it is anathema.
I went 5 weeks without going to the gym and my weight climbed steadily to just under 12 stone. This was during the same period I didn’t work (for 3 weeks, often hardly leaving the house as I was job searching) and also my holiday abroad during which we were on half board (unlimited breakfast and dinner) and we all really pigged out.
I felt like I’d lost control. Regaining that control was very important to me. I did regain that control. Through a combination of exercise and strict dieting. Monday – Thursday I’ll have a bowl of fruit & fibre cereal for breakfast. I’ll have something hot for lunch (we get our lunch paid for at work, so I might have a portion of macaroni cheese, or a soup and a piece of quiche, or a sandwich and crisps). Then in the evening I’ll usually have a chopped apple, handful of nuts and sultanas and some ultra-low fat probiotic yoghurt. And no, I don’t feel ravenous. I don’t know why. I just don’t. I think I eat just enough to ward off hunger. I love Marks & Spencer Swiss chocolate and may allow myself 1 or 2 squares several evenings a week. I also drink a fair amount of alcohol which is quite high in calories.
And at weekends I relax. Toast for breakfast. Ham sandwich, few olives, packet of crisps followed by an almond tart at lunchtime. Possibly a takeaway in the evening. I’ll usually catch up with Sheridan. One of us will probably cook. Possibly something for pudding. Sunday I tend to go to the gym first thing. Come home and have something light for brunch. Then maybe pasta in the evening.
And that’s how it goes.
Anyway, I thought about writing this post following an article I read on fashion and the rising trend in manorexia on the Guardian online last month. The New York Times also had an interesting article titled Vanishing Point.
I don’t have a problem, I’m just very conscious of my weight and like to keep it strictly under control. It’s not an eating disorder.