It has been exactly one calendar month when I last posted, during that time I have had my sensible days and my bad days in respect of my diet. Yes I have still enjoyed the odd packet of crisps - quite a few actually, teacakes and hot cross buns, and yes I could go on.
Aka POOR WILLPOWER.
However, I have recognised that these have been bad days, and thrown a few good days into the balance. You could say my food diary has been a combo of naughty, extremely naughty and sensible, if you want to split hairs.
I am not one to follow a regimented diet, I know what's good and what's bad, and I know it's all about proportions. I may not lose as much weight as the regimental diet followers but it is coming off slowly and surely. What more can a fatty ask for!
I visited the Chemist's weighing scales today, popped off my shoes, inserted my coin and waited with trepidation. I have had a B**CH of a week and I thought yes, let this be the bitter cherry on my already stale cake, I was ready for it since bad luck happens in three's, and I had already had two, suspecting I was about to experience the third. Besides my food habits are not synonymous with dieting by any stretch of the imagination, so I was expecting the worse. So there I stood awaiting the bad news.
I happen to glance at the screen mid calculation and I couldn't believe what I saw, you could have knocked me down with a feather. I blinked and it was gone. DAMN! Tell me to step off and collect my printout, I thought impatiently. I stepped off the scales as instructed, grabbed at the printout like a fatty on a mission. Yes the ticket confirmed what I saw . . . my blubber was minus 5lbs. Whoa, I could have done a little merry dance there and then.
So a total of 11lbs I have lost, okay it's over a period of about 6 mths but am happy with that. A loss is a loss, is a LOSS.
What I loved about seeing my ticket is it pushed me exactly 5lbs under the dreaded stone, I have been battling to move from. It's been like having a ball and chain for years. Now I feel like am getting somewhere and this has really spurred me on. Another 3lbs and I will have lost a stone. I have still got quite a long way to go but am rearing to go.
I have to say I feel so excited as I hovered over the same stone for about five years on and off. One year I done exceptionally well, then put it all on the following year and remained at that particular stone ball ground.
I KNOW I can do it now!
My next goal is to get that 3lbs off for a total of 14lbs weight loss, sounds great when you put it like that.
As a sidenote, I just celebrated with a pack of crisps. I know . . . am incorrigible.
Until Next Time
Aka POOR WILLPOWER.
However, I have recognised that these have been bad days, and thrown a few good days into the balance. You could say my food diary has been a combo of naughty, extremely naughty and sensible, if you want to split hairs.
I am not one to follow a regimented diet, I know what's good and what's bad, and I know it's all about proportions. I may not lose as much weight as the regimental diet followers but it is coming off slowly and surely. What more can a fatty ask for!
I visited the Chemist's weighing scales today, popped off my shoes, inserted my coin and waited with trepidation. I have had a B**CH of a week and I thought yes, let this be the bitter cherry on my already stale cake, I was ready for it since bad luck happens in three's, and I had already had two, suspecting I was about to experience the third. Besides my food habits are not synonymous with dieting by any stretch of the imagination, so I was expecting the worse. So there I stood awaiting the bad news.
I happen to glance at the screen mid calculation and I couldn't believe what I saw, you could have knocked me down with a feather. I blinked and it was gone. DAMN! Tell me to step off and collect my printout, I thought impatiently. I stepped off the scales as instructed, grabbed at the printout like a fatty on a mission. Yes the ticket confirmed what I saw . . . my blubber was minus 5lbs. Whoa, I could have done a little merry dance there and then.
So a total of 11lbs I have lost, okay it's over a period of about 6 mths but am happy with that. A loss is a loss, is a LOSS.
What I loved about seeing my ticket is it pushed me exactly 5lbs under the dreaded stone, I have been battling to move from. It's been like having a ball and chain for years. Now I feel like am getting somewhere and this has really spurred me on. Another 3lbs and I will have lost a stone. I have still got quite a long way to go but am rearing to go.
I have to say I feel so excited as I hovered over the same stone for about five years on and off. One year I done exceptionally well, then put it all on the following year and remained at that particular stone ball ground.
I KNOW I can do it now!
My next goal is to get that 3lbs off for a total of 14lbs weight loss, sounds great when you put it like that.
As a sidenote, I just celebrated with a pack of crisps. I know . . . am incorrigible.
Until Next Time
Missy
Fatty
"Alcohol doesn’t solve any problems but then again neither does milk."
