A shortish post this week, mainly because I am feeling sheepish about being very slack over the last few weeks. It's just me being lazy — pure and simple. It's not about the fast diet not working — I really think it works. I have just become very weak-willed for no apparent reason.
So this week, I ended up putting on 0.6lbs. It's not the end of the world, but I think it's safe to say that when trying to lose weight, one should not instead be getting fatter. Staying the same is one thing, but turning back into a roly-poly is quite another! My first fast day on Monday was absolutely horrendous. For some reason, I started getting into the habit of eating once I got into work, when I usually wait until lunch. And I think this has been partly responsible for my downfall (that and all my overeating). Starting the food train in the morning meant I would keep eating until lunch and then I would just have a massive panic at 4pm because I'd eaten all my calories. This happened to me on Monday morning when I decided to start off the day with not one, but TWO nutritious and delicious Oreos. I mean, can you think of anything worse to start your fast day with?? God, Michael Mosley would fucking kill me...
So I ate the Oreos, and for lunch I had a very nice hummus and vegetable stick platter from Morrisons. I am quite lazy, so this was ideal for me, but it wasn't particularly filling. For dinner, I rustled up a turkey curry, but ate more than I should have, so went over my calories. (Urgh, this amount of honesty is actually killing me and I feel very embarrassed, but I need to be truthful). Then, of course, I just felt shit about being so pathetic, so I ate some Kettle Chips. As you do. Oh, and according to MFP, 4 chocolate fingers. 1000 calories, my friends — ON A FUCKING FAST DAY. I crawled into bed early (although it's a wonder I could move at all after all that food) and felt as miserable as sin. I mean, the least you should do after eating all that is enjoy it, but no — I had a massive sulk instead. And whilst in bed, clutching my fat stomach under the duvet, I heard the voice of my BF singing whilst going to collect his dessert from the kitchen: "Mmmm… cheesy cake… cake with cheese… cheesy cake! Mmm-mmm-mmmmm! Cheesy cake…".
On Tuesday I went to Pizza Express for dinner with my friends, and after much soul-searching, I decided against ordering the pizza I actually wanted that was over 1000 calories and opted instead for something lighter. I couldnt bring myself to order a Leggera — they depress the fuck out of me. But maybe that's why I'm not losing weight!
I have started doing a weights routine as well now. My arms look crap at the moment, so I feel a lot better pumping some iron! Had an awkward moment in the living room when my BF corrected my form whilst I was doing bicep curls, but we managed to get past it once I admitted I was being defensive. Also, I think I need to constantly be looking at Jodie Marsh’s body whilst exercising — I am seriously jealous. She looks amazing and I would love to look that buff. But with less effort, obviously.
BF and I went out for a meal on Saturday night, which ended up being three courses. But, I was pleasantly surprised with the outcome. Whilst I finished my starter (goats cheese tart, delicious) I didnt actually finish my main or my dessert — YEY ME! This NEVER happens to me. I ordered the fish and chips because I'm a massive chip lover, but I was quite happy for my BF to take some chips off me and I even gave him the last bit of fish I was saving because it was the best bit. I know it's nothing to write home about given the weight that I put on, but normally, I would just shovel it in no matter what. Actually, I felt a bit sick halfway through — I think it was just the fact that it was all fried and my system freaked out.
I also decided to make fridge cake over the weekend, which was a stupid idea because it is so fattening. But I just wanted it. URGH. Probably because it's a week before Lady Time and I've realised that's when my cravings/mood swings start. I've tried to be more aware of these cycles because it makes life easier for my BF if he has a bit of warning about when I'm going to turn into a moody (yet weepy) bitch. It also makes it easier to understand why my thighs can suddenly become HUGE overnight. Seriously, I woke up on Tuesday and there were two new massive saddlebag-shaped lumps that weren't there the day before! I know I haven't been losing, but I have felt pretty good about my body otherwise. Well, that's my theory…
So anyway, this week wasn't great. And actually, given that I have only kinda got my arse into gear like 10 minutes ago after seeing a formerly fat friend's skinny arm on Facebook, next week might not yield great results either! But I'm meeting up with my uni friends in 7 weeks, so that is the perfect event to use as a goal. I've coasted along a bit, but it would be really nice to get under 11st by then — and that is only 14 fasts! Piece of piss, right? RIGHT?
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