So, another week and another stellar result from SoD. Down 0.5lb. Yes, you read that right, a measly half a pound off. AND I’d cut my fingernails last night – that probably accounts for the 0.5lbs. It’s so frustrating that I could scream. Do you reckon that screaming burns many calories? Simmering rage and frustration doesn’t seem to.
One thing that definitely doesn’t help are fruit binges, the like of which I had yesterday: one big piece watermelon, half a portion of strawberries, 2 nectarines and a kilo (yep a whole kilo) of cherries. My sugar addiction is alive, well and prepared to thrive on fructose if nothing else is available. I had an abstemious 6 Percy Pigs from a communal supply yesterday (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_pigs). That may not sound impressive (25/30 cals per oinker – and apparently ½ a point each) but I have been known to eat whole bags of these – they’re utterly delish. And even knowing that they contain, um, actual pig, doesn’t seem to put me off. That’s protein, right?
I bought and read the WW magazine. This is always troublesome since I don’t like to buy diet mags, in case the cashier hadn’t noticed I was fat up until that point! I managed to get it on a self-service till and smuggled it back. I am congenitally incapable of doing anything in a restrained or moderate fashion so am on a hell for leather on this – this weekend I’ll sign up and part with £30 I can’t really afford. I reckon Sunday is a good day to start somehow – gives me time to get to grips with the system. I am suspending all cynicism around avocadoes vs marshmallows and going for it hell for leather. I am at that stage I always am at the beginning of a new diet where I’m really hopeful that this time I’ve found the one; that this time it will work. But I know enough to have little faith that this is actually true.
PS Seren – can’t replicate what happened the week I lost 4lbs as this was a bout of some sort of gastric bug which kept me veeery close to a loo for 3 days. I have to say, it was more effective and actually more pleasant than Lighter Life but probably difficult to sustain every week! Not to mention the sick leave I’d incur. And I’d probably get a permanent ridge round my bottom where the loo seat left an impression. Not necessarily a deal-breaker but not something that would contribute to a fine physique.