Joy and jubilation and hang the bunting out
Did my weekly weigh in and measure this morning. I did say to my coach that I wouldn’t weigh, but I feel out on a limb if I don’t know what that number is. It helps to keep me on track, even if it does throw my mood sometimes too.
hang the bunting out!
This morning I had lost another bit of weight, which I knew I had, as I could feel the difference in my stomach area. That’s almost half a stone now from the beginning of the year. And the measurements on bust and waist were half an inch down on each too from last week. So very pleased with that.
I procrastinated all day about going up to the gym. Workout 1 of the week is the hardest by far, so I had to work myself up to it. I eventually got myself up there and sweated my way through it, and, of course, felt good both physically and mentally afterwards.
a hard week
I really struggled through last week. It was really hard going. On Wednesday I was ravenously and uncomfortably hungry all day. Managed to get through it, but then on Thursday I ate lots extra. Worked out that if I cut back just a little over the remaining days of the week I would still be on track, so that’s what I did, and it wasn’t too bad at all. I was quite comfortable.
The hunger may have been because of the imminent weight loss of course. I’ve noticed that happens sometimes.
Had Goan Fish Curry for dinner which was wonderful. I’ve just planned out the next weeks meals, cutting a few hundred calories here and there in the hope (and expectation?) of a little more weight loss next week.
I don’t mind it being slow, so long as there is a little progress