Oh dear, it was easier to be flippant on Friday when I felt I still had a shot of a loss this week – today is Official WI day and I’d still lost zilch. It’s depressing – especially for me with my ‘instant gratification’ personality. I do feel that I worked hard all week and I want my reward! And next Tuesday just seems too long to wait – and worry – for the next result. Those hours I spent tracking (and re-tracking as the site crashed and crashed again) I’ll never get back! And I finished the week with 45 points earned through exercise and saved – I get 22 a day to put that in perspective.
This pointing malarkey is tricksey. I was 98% good at the weekend – my choices in the restaurant were governed by what I thought were the least damaging foods (except the pudding – a lavender crème brulee); my main was positively paltry (not poultry though – half a lobster with green salad). But I chose a duck noodle salad as a starter which came to a shocking (estimated) 6 points – it was a very modest (read: teeny) size! And I’m betting those cocktails were 2 points each (I had 4 over 2 days and counted them accordingly). All in all, I had the most points that I’d had to date on Saturday – with a rough aim of 26 points, I hit 37. I had enough ‘in the bank’ for this but I still feel a bit freaked out about it. And that was with a frugal breakfast and lunch. I actually cut my piece of cake in half on Friday and ate it over 2 days to manage my points – frankly, a superhuman effort for me – if not, strictly speaking frugal.
My exercise points came mainly from walking an hour most days last week, then 2 on Friday, 4 on Saturday and a 2 hour cycle yesterday. It’s therefore particularly galling that all this activity didn’t translate into a pound or two of lard. I’ve not cycled much this month so it was particularly tough going – especially with a new saddle. It felt and looked uber-soft in the hand – but not on the buttock! Still, an advantage of being a fatty is that the extra weight must help me to break it down and soften it up more quickly. It was my first time on the new cycle superhighway – what an utter let down; it was absolutely no difference except it’s now blue. And there are flags (which, call me picky but don’t add to my cycling experience). All that disruption and cost for a big, fat (blue) raspberry.
The tough bit now will be keeping going and not allowing this to take me off course – especially since I am really hungry at the moment (18 points a day doesn’t take you very far!). Bf wants to go to Wahaca on Saturday and I am simply afraid of the food! Afraid that I don’t know the points and it will be hard to estimate. Afraid especially of cheese and anything creamy. I have a few days to come up with a plan....