Maybe this is a test of faith. Or maybe this is my usual thing of diets just grinding to a halt. I lost 1lb. Could be worse right? Well, yes, it could be worse. A lot worse. Except. It’s been 9 weeks and I’ve still not lost a stone. I was a heartbeat away from it 4 weeks ago so not much has happened since. To whit:
Wk 1: -5 lbs
Wk 2: -1 ½ lbs
Wk 3: -1 lb
Wk 4: -3 ½ lbs
Wk 5: - ½ lb
Wk 6: -4 lbs
Wk 7 : +1 ½ lbs
Wk 8: - ½ lb
Wk 9: -1 lb
Grand total = 13 ½ lbs
It’s not great, is it? I wouldn’t mind if I knew where I was going wrong. Okay, I’d mind. Obviously. But I would know what to do – or take it on the chins.
And just to add insult to injury, I thought I’d weigh myself today in case yesterday’s WI was mucked up by having not properly started my period. I’d put that 1lb back on. I’m trying to ignore it. But truth to tell, dear Reader, it’s playing on my mind. Or rather, stomping up and down on my mind in hobnail boots, screaming as it does so. Because I weighed myself at the end of last week and I’d already lost that 1lb: so conceivably I’ve not only not lost anything since last Friday, but I’ve put on too. And frankly? I don’t deserve that. Still, no need to fork out for that bracelet any time soon, eh?!
I’ve been unusually hungry this last 10 days too. I don’t know why. Initially I thought it was hormonal but now I have the two types of stomach pain: the monthly type and the hunger type. If anyone has any ideas why hunger goes in cycles, I’d love to hear it.
Not good tbh. Elongating the weekend is excellent for every reason save dieting. You know they say misery loves company? Well, it’s more like dieting loves misery. Perhaps it’s a complicated virtual love triangle. I have a four day weekend – hurrah! But. I will be drinking wine on 3-4 days. This doesn’t bode well after a pretty damn virtuous week and what that brought. I will of course be super-careful elsewhere to compensate. We are supposed to be having work drinks tonight and I’ve already said I won’t be drinking; this has not been a popular decision.