In the red corner (red is for ‘stop’, dear Reader) is the fact that it’s coming up to that time of the month and that I had rice for dinner last night (yes, I know you’re supposed to be able to have rice on SW but hmmm. Hmmm, is all I’m saying). In the green corner (and I won’t insult your intelligence, dear Reader, by spelling out what green is for) I have been so, so, so, so, SO good this week. AND I have skipped a couple of meals. AND I’d had a haircut – that’s got to weigh the scales in my favour. I wanted a decent loss this week – 2lbs + ideally – as I am teetering on a stone’s cusp. A single solitary lb would have me down to the next stone bracket.
I approached SoD with feelings of hope diluting my usual trepidation – I knew I’d done the work and so, I told myself, I had nothing to fear. Right? Wrong. Nada. Not a sausage – not so much as a cocktail sausage’s worth of effort rewarded.
You may recall that I said we were dogsitting. Well, she’s not been well and has been on reduced rations – and more digestible ones. She’s clearly hungry. Even by Labrador standards, poor dog. Last night P said “Who do you think is hungrier? You or Lily [dog]?”. Well, all I know is that her portion sizes are larger – and she is smaller. That’s all I have to say on that matter.
Reader, I was cheated. There is no doubt about that. I’d take it up with the diet gods but their customer service sucks. It means that this week will be harder. I find it harder to maintain discipline and resist temptation when I feel that doing so isn’t paying off for me. All I can say is that there better be a significant loss next week (I’m talking 3lbs+) in order to make up for this. And so, I grimly set my teeth, tighten my belt (well, obviously I can’t do that literally) and set off for next WI.
Again, a quiet week ought to mean that the Green Corner triumphs, pummelling Red into meek submission. But Green needs to get its finger out – it has the tools, now it needs to up its game. I’d better stop there on the metaphors. Team Green though. Always