Weekly weigh-in:

Weight lost this week: 1lb
Number of pounds left to goal: 30

I’ve been off duty for the last couple of weeks (see archives of Parlez-vous moo for more info) so I’m not too unhappy at the lack of weight loss. At least I’ve lost something, right?

I feel fatter. I can see fat in my face. However, rugby season has just started again and so I should be getting a good load of exercise twice a week. Now that I’m fit (as in able to run) I can start doing some extra work and watch those pounds fly off.

That’s the theory anyway.

Well, a little later than I originally promised but here they are. The updated photos.

 

Personally, I can’t see any difference. I still look like a fatty (and also like some very odd mug shot – I suppose it’s because I’m letting it all hang out – so to speak – that I don’t bother to pose properly)

I *feel* thinner though. And the scales told me (a couple of weeks ago) that I’d lost some weight.

Things have rather been put on hold for now and I haven’t weighed myself in weeks. I’m still eating relatively healthily though, I’m still doing exercise so maybe, when I do weight myself again, I might be pleasantly surprised.

I know I’m not posting progress. Bad me.
I’m writing random words between this here post just to cheer myself up. Banana. Sheep
I’ve been preoccupied.
bollocks pritt stick keys wedding dress cheap expensive rehab amy winehouse no idea what I’m
I’m still sticking to it. I’m still exercising. I’m just not weighing myself!
saying wonder if anyone will read this and/or comment on it. Must remember to take photos of myself tonight – no, not like that. In the dress. So I can chart progress. Silly.

When I went to the doctors the other day, the nurse suggested that if I was finding weight loss hard going, she could perscribe a drug for me to take.

I’m not quite sure what to thinkabout this. My initial thought is that my body could probably do without having drugs pumped into it. I should be able to do this weight loss thing on my own… shouldn’t I?*

And then I thought, it might be nice to have that helping hand.

I think the clincher is going to be any side effects. Explosive orange poo isn’t something I’m keen to sign up to, thanks.

* on that note, this month’s pictures are up on the website tonight – promise

Weekly weigh-in:

Weight lost this week: 1lb
Number of pounds left to goal: 31

Ok, so not so good this week but actually, I am thrilled. Cnsidering the amount of food and drink I’ve had this week, I thought I might have put on weight this week.

The dreaded photo is tomorrow. I can’t say I’m looking forward to it.

Where’s that salad?

I love cheese.

Any type of cheese. Blue, white, soft, hard, mouldy. Love it.

So, and you’ll be very proud of me here, when the wedding cake at the weekend turned out to be three different sized rounds of cheese, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

But I didn’t eat any of it. Not even a little taste.

*pats self on back*

I’ve given up counting calories. It was driving me to distraction.

I know what I’ve got to eat (lots of fruit and veg, cut out a lot of carb, keep on with proteins, a little bit of what I fancy every now and then) and I know how much I’ve got to exercise.

I am very aware of the things I’m eating and I’ve got myself into a little pattern of food.

Breakfast: between 9:30 and 10:30 - bowl of special K

Lunch: between 12:30 and 1:30 – either some “healthy” salad from M&S or something more solid from the canteen to last me the rest of the day.

Snack: Around 7 ish – a piece of bread and marmite or a piece of fruit or a cup of tea or nothing.

Supper: around 9ish depending on what I’m up to – depends on what I had at lunch. If something big, then nice salad. If something small then some form of protein and veggies.  

I’m trying my best to get the widest range of different foods and I’m also trying not to be a diet bore. If I go round to a friend’s house, I’m not going to refuse food she’s prepared and be all high and mighty. I will eat it. I will enjoy it and I will then work twice as hard the next day to be extra special good.

At the moment, it’s the exercise that is letting me down. I haven’t done any this week. I have got a niggling injury but that shouldn’t have stopped me working on my core exercises, my press ups and sit ups. I’ve just been lazy. Grr.

2nd visit to the scales of doom this lunchtime

Weight lost this week: 3lb
Number of pounds left to goal: 32*

Gosh, that looks like a large number… that means that if I manage to continue on current form (ha!) by the 1st October I should be on goal weight (ish). 10 weeks. Jesus. That’s a lot.

I think it’s more reasonable to suggest that by the end of the year I’ll be at a weight I’m happy with.

I’m going to carry on doing the photo thing though since, as people have rightly pointed out, I am likely to put on muscle during the season. And, as everyone knows, muscle weighs more than fat.**

But I suppose it means I’m going to have to carry on with this whole weight/eating/exercising malarky.

Lord help us.

* this is going by evil scales. I’m still unsure whether they’re right or not. I refuse to believe I weigh that much!

** still clinging onto this

Now now, don’t get excited. It’s not a white fluffy affair. No, it’s a dress that I am wearing to a wedding.

I bought it 3 weeks ago. I tried it on last night. It’s too big. “Yay” but then on the other hand “Boo” because it means that I’m going to constantly be stressing that it looks like a tent.

Hey ho.

“Step onto the pad”

A loud electronic voice echos round Boots*.

“Stand still”

Gosh, she’s very demanding this woman.

“Look up straight”

I hope to God she doesn’t yell out my weight in the same voice

“No, I said look up straight, stupid girl”

Uh, ok, ok. I’m lookin’.

*Whirr*
*Buzz*
*Crackle*

A piece of paper is spat into my hand.

I weigh how much? Trust me to pick the only scales in the world that don’t work.**

* Boots the Chemist for my non-England dwelling friends
** Yes, I’m sure that’s the problem. They don’t work. It couldn’t be that I actually weigh *cough cough cough* stones? Could it?