*flails like Kermit*
I have lost weight. I’ve lost a lot of weight. I’m still utterly amazed and very, very happy.
I’ve spent the past two weeks or so lamenting my woes to poor Georgie. First there was the week when I did absolutely everything right and lost nothing, and then there was the week when I fell into a vat of carbs for two days around Dave’s birthday and gained a pound (totally okay with that… I had expected more) and then the scales didn’t move. (Yeah, I’m guilty of hopping on the scales all too frequently at the moment.) I’ve been keeping going, just taking each day as it comes and trying to do my very best, but the level of angst and whinge was rising to worryingly teenage levels.
Well, there’s no need for any more angsting from me!
Last week: 17st 10
This week: 17st 6
I lost 4lb!!
This takes me to 41lb lost, so I can tick lose 40lb off my list of things to do, and I only need to lose a paltry one pound to reach the (by now magical) 3 stone lost. Can’t wait to get there! I’ve already got my reward picked out… I’ve been gagging for the BBC to release Doctor Who and The Daemons on DVD for years and I refuse to buy it until I weigh 17st 5
(Walking is still going well. I’ve been walking daily and finally managed to crack the 3mph barrier today, even if it was only for one mile with a slower mile 2. I’m now 23 miles into my epic journey and I think it might be time to re-read the books…)