So we are 8 weeks into the year and today my Boots scales weight was 16st 10 (4lbs down on 6 days ago)
My home scales read a blip over 16st so that’s around 2st down since the year started. It still doesn’t feel like I have lost that sort of weight or the definite dress size and a bit of me that’s gone – but from experience I won’t until I’m below 16st.
Now, here’s the thing – I have not had a by the book VLCD weekend, on Friday evening I was due to meet my bestie in a pub in Hampstead, the barman was lovely and hardly charged me any money for 3 diet tonics in a pint glass. But then I saw the salted almonds and couldn’t resist thinking ‘well my friend’s a vegan so at least she can share them with me when she gets here’ reader, I ate them before she even arrived and then I shared her Queen green olives with her. The ghost walk was wonderfully atmospheric – at one point we walked onto Hampstead heath with a gas lamp. And did you know that Hampstead has an Albino Sewer Pig myth? I certainly didn’t.
I got home about 10ish and bought my usual 1200 meal. The problem with going a little off track is that you then obsess about the fact that you have gone wrong so I find a trick to get out of it is to have a filling but on track meal. Which certainly helped. I had cottage cheese, prawns, chicken and leaves which came to around 550 calories which on top of the 400 calories at least for the almonds and olives makes it somewhere over 1500 calories for the day – but I walked over 15000 steps so still in deficit by more than 1000 kcals.
The next day was interesting – on Friday I had the sniffles and a faint sore throat which is probably why I caved, on Saturday I woke up with more of a cold. I still stuck to it but stayed in bed for longer than planned. I pottered over to Richmond to join my friends for ‘lunch’ (ie timing my arrival so I got there after the lunch had been eaten) that said, my friend who was hosting had posted a picture of her vegan gf chocolate cake on Facebook and I was dying to see it (and if truth be told, taste it) and when a slice was offered, I did not say no. To be honest I didn’t even get a sugar rush from it, it was so healthy – it was basically nuts and chocolate with raspberry coulis and almost nothing else. I felt so full I almost didn’t have my third food pack – so the ‘cake’ was barely more than 200 cals. Didn’t feel hungry in the evening, so all good.
Yesterday was almost back on track, but again, I still has a terribly chill and I was out of the house and had to kill some time somewhere unfamiliar so I bought a 100 kcal Pret egg protein pot. My bestie and I were on yet another mysterious London walk – the sudden surfeit of mysterious walks was a complete accident! The walk was about the works of Arthur Machen, the father of modern horror stories, I suppose (certainly rated very highly by Stephen King) and focused on that srange area of London, not quite Bloomsbury, not quite Clerkenwell, not quite Holborn where Great Ormond Street Hospital and Coram’s fields (a former place where foundlings could be left and the park where only children are allowed – children can take adults with them, but adults may not enter without children) stand – the area is connected to childhood innocence like no other part of London.
I got home and my delicious butternut squash soups had arrived – so I had a bowl for tea. I had a 3rd bar later in the evening which means my calories were around 950 yesterday – no terrible thing, but I wonder if my weightloss wouldn’t have been closer to 6lbs this week if I’d been a little more rigorous.
I was due my first milk week from next Monday so I shall reset the clock and have it in another 3 weeks. I now have enough foodpacks to get me through to June so I really mustn’t get any silly ideas now!
Still, I am very happy with the results so far!