Anyway, it was good news on weigh day — I lost just over 2lbs. WOO BLIMMIN' HOO. So I'm pleased, but I had better not get too cocky because it's still early days of this diet and things are sure to slow down very soon. In fact, I did a fast yesterday and weighed myself this morning, because it's always nice to see the scales at a ridiculously low figure when you've barely eaten anything the day before — but I was up 0.5lbs…
Now, this really isn't a big deal in the long run, but it did make me thing that I need to be a bit careful this week. I have been eating 2000 calories each day, which is probably a bit much for me. Not because I am struggling to eat it (that is fucking easy as pie! Mmm… pie… *drool*), but because my body is already well-padded and doesn't need to eat that much. I know the whole point of this diet is to not count calories and realise when you are full, but I am not that enlightened yet. And given that I can put away a LOT more food than most people, I think it's a safer idea to keep an eye on things.
I was reading another woman's blog about this diet and she lost nothing over 4 months because she was literally eating whatever she wanted on her feed days. Now, if you have long-term problems with your weight/are a massive foodie/have an unhealthy relationship with food (or like me, have all three of those motherfucking issues), eating whatever you want is not going to work. Because what you want to eat is almost certainly bad for you, full of fat and salt, and so delicious that you won't stop at one. FAT. Er, I mean, FACT — sorry.
For example, I got into work at 10.15am today, and so far I've had a cup of tea, a banana, a cheese muffin with spread, a stem ginger crinkle and a WW coconut yoghurt. And it is only 11.31am. And I had to seriously stop myself from consuming any more food. To be fair, I went to Zumba yesterday (ON A FAST DAY!) and then this morning I went for a run, so I was ravenous. Actually, fuck it — who am I kidding? I know full well that I could eat that much on any given morning, exercise or no exercise. And seeing as I managed not to eat until 3.30pm yesterday, it is clearly just about self-control — or the lack of it! Ahem.
Oh yes, so I attended a Zumba session last night. Actually, it was less Zumba and more me tripping over my apparently GIANT fucking feet for an hour. MY. GOD. Seriously, if you had seen me shake my rhythmless arse at that class, you would have questioned my credentials as a bass player. Firstly, I don't like world music of any kind, so am obviously really pleased that Zumba music tends to be of that genre. I cannot dance to save my life, so having to do merengue and salsa steps was fantastic. The fabric on my new running leggings meant that the long vest I was wearing to cover my crotch and butt kept sliding up to my stomach every 3 seconds, which was great. The overly-perky teacher only had 5 of us in her class, so she made a lot of eye contact with each of us, which I am a big fan of because it definitley doesn't make me feel awkward. And to top it all off, we were dancing in a windowed room within a gym, so people doing ACTUAL PROPER EXERCISE could see me flailing about like an absolute twat — FAB-U-LOUS. On the plus side, no one was shouting at me to “Get nasty! Get nasty!” like last time… *SIGH*
Yeah — I'm going back next week.
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