Or mine is anyway, hope thine is otherwise. And my SoD (Scales of Doom) is particularly heavy on the vengefulness. Or is it me who is heavy? Well, after last week's frankly piss-poor WI (either half a pound on or off - the SoD couldn't really be bothered to say either way), I had hoped for a bumper week this week. But when I WI on Friday - either I lost 1 single solitary lb (if I put on a half lb last week) or I lost 1/2 lb (if I lost 1/2 lb last week). Either way, well, really. It's not on. I am pretty much busting a gut here. And so I want to, er, bust a gut. And of course, I WI this morning to see the damage put on over the weekend and it's 1lb. Which wouldn't be so bad if it didn't equate to 2 weeks hard work to lose it!
Weekend was lovely (more on that next week probably) - gorgeous weather, surroundings and company. Actually did talk to bf about the gastric bypass - he's really not keen. He said that he loved me as I am (which is nice!) and it would amount to putting myself through alot purely for vanity's sake - and that he thought it would make me very unhappy if I couldn't eat properly ever again. He also pointed out that I'm pretty keen on being healthy in so many ways and that this would be the antithesis of that. It's a good argument - of course, he doesn't realise just how unhappy I am at this size (he may love me as I am - but I don't) so it's not quite vanity, more mental health I think. But I do think I owe it to both of us to exhaust just about everything else first. Including plodding on at 0.5lbs a week.
Hugh Fearnley-Whittingsall's restaurant was disappointing though - an offal lot of offal. And what I had (offal-free) was fine - perfectly pleasant - but not amazing. It didn't touch Jamie Oliver's Fifteen (although as personalities I much prefer H's TV persona - there are only so many times you can hear the word 'nice' in one cookery programme without longing for at least one other choice of adjective).
One disturbing thing I noticed though is that if bf and I have broadly similar meals, I will get hungry again much more quickly than him. My specialist tells me - and I believe this - that my metabolism is basically flat as a wafer-thin pancake. But wouldn't that mean I got less hungry? My scientific knowledge is poor so this may be wrong. Either way though, it's confounding and frustrating. It also makes me feel like a greedy pig when I'm desparate for a snack and bf is still full.