Right now I’m working very hard to not descend into a whirling, swirling vortex of panic, doom and depression. Those of you who perceive the hand of SoD in this are right: our little encounter this morning told me I’d lost nothing this week (having put on 5lbs last week). This is in a week of a 8 mile walk, a 5 mile walk, a 2.5 mile walk in fit flops, a lunchtime walk every work day in fit flops (I would guess about a mile and a half each day), 2 weights sessions and 3 cycle round trips of over 17 miles each. And okay, my eating over the weekend wasn’t brilliant, but since then I’ve been both exemplary and hungry.
I’m the same weight as I was before Easter. And okay that’s putting some on and losing it again but the scores on the doors remain thus:
· 1st, 5lbs heavier than the end of LL
· 2st heavier than my lightest weight
And this leaves me– I’m afraid – feeling fat and frumpy. And a tad despairing to boot.
I’d really appreciate your help, dear Reader. If I post yesterday’s food – and it was fairly typical – can you spot any glaring errors?
Breakfast – portion home-made low cal granola (183 cals, fact fans) with 50g 0% fat Greek yoghurt and half a dozen strawberries. This makes me hungry again almost as soon as I’ve finished it.
Mid morning – Starbucks Mocha light Frappuccino (just under 120 cals) and 2 choc-chip oatcakes (c80 cals)
Lunchtime – 4 Ryvita spread with low cal cream cheese and topped with smoked salmon and rocket. Sugar free jelly.
Mid afternoon – Bear granola nibbles (97 cals) and nectarine
Dinner – Big green salad (3 types of leaf, cucumber and tomatoes) drizzled with 1 dsp olive oil and 2.5 dsp pomegranate vinegar. Half a galia melon with a pack of parma ham. More strawberries. 2 dark chocolate Rococo discs.
Other options might be a Pret salad for lunch (c320 cals) and either fish and roasted veg, a prawn stir-fry (no rice or noodles) or a 2 egg omelette with low fat cheddar and mushrooms with salad as evening meals.
Where am I going wrong? I struggle to see how I could give more up - I'm hungry as it is. At the weekend I might have a glass or two of wine but generally resist more than one 'treat' whilst still trying to find something that bf and I can eat together without him feeling that he's confined to 'diet food'.
In other news: I forced myself to cycle yesterday, feeling quite tired from the previous day, but anticipating my encounter with SoD this morning. I got shouted and sworn at by 2 builders in a Fiesta who couldn't get past on the section of the road where my cycle path is closed (interminably) and we're forced onto the very narrow road. And as I almost reached home (thank goodness), my saddle broke and my left buttock plummeted in a strange and unpleasant sensation. I'm trying to tell myself that it's nothing to do with my heftiness - it's an old saddle I've had a long time and it has just corroded. Yes, it's the (big) spring that's broken. I've bought a new one today that's the closest you can get to an armchair on a bike. It seems despite my own prolific padding, I still need a good 4" of gel between me and the bike.
I must not let SoD ruin my weekend, I must not.