It’s not going well. I should qualify: SoD is being a git. I am managing to do the starve days (I always did) and to be stricter on the diet days and the weekend days. I see a drop after the 1st starve day, usually STS on the 1st diet day, lose a little or nothing on the 2nd starve day and go up slightly on the 2nd and 3rd diet days and over the weekend. Is your mind boggling at all this? Mine is. I come out marginally up, marginally down or STS but overall I’m making little progress. I can’t believe I’ve been faffing about in this stone bracket since mid July of last year. That is not progress. I want to be down to the next bracket by the end of this month. It ought to be possible – if stretching – but looking at my progress so far (or lack thereof) I’m not sure that all the determination in the world will help me.
I also want to be down another stone bracket by the time we go to Canada at the end of September (see above for possible/stretching/impossible blah blah).
Eleven months at the same stone bracket (and not one which would be anyone’s natural weight. Unless one is a hippo I suppose) is really shocking. I’ve got to break this deadlock and make some progress. I do have days when I’m really pleased with my effort – this is usually when I’ve managed to skip a meal if I’ve had a glass or two of wine for example. I did this the other week: we’d arranged to meet a friend for a cocktail or two and then she and P wanted to have something to eat. I went, hungry, and whilst they had a cheeseboard apiece, I ate nothing! Okay, I tried a tiny corner of one of P’s cheeses but practically nothing. For this heroism alone, I should have shot straight up a ladder down a stone bracket. That’s the most convoluted metaphors ever – but you get my point. I guess that two cocktails probably equate to a meal but it still felt pretty damn noble and at least I didn’t do the classic sod SoD and think that whilst I was having something forbidden, I might as well go the whole hog. Or cow in this case.
Starve days this week are today and Friday (yuck) but I doubt I’ll eat tomorrow night. The main difference between starve days and diet days tends to be breakfast: I have a coffee on a starve day and fruit and FF yoghurt with a sprinkle of granola on a diet day. Lunch tends to be equally light – or near enough – on a starve day and a diet day. I eat a lot of crudités.
I think I probably need to go back to cutting my carbs right back. I am going to finish my granola which at 25g three times a week could take some time. I also often have a packet of low cal crisps as my lunch which I love but which I probably need to cut. All calories are not created equally, sadly. Nor are all metabolisms, even more sadly.
The lack of progress is begetting inertia: I feel stodgy and stuck. I can't summon up enthusiasm - or even write much - because I feel bogged down in a wearying routine that I am not seeing achieving much. It's no point in thinking 'well, this week will be different' because it's not. At least, not so far. Seems a bit early (and heavy) to be plateauing. And a bit flipping long. Renewed determination and focus this new (freezing, wet) month and then regroup to suck oranges and think of my tactics for the rest of the 'summer'.