This week's weigh-in is in. A target of three pounds to lose. Only lost two and a half. Bother.
The week was going so well too. The first five days were on target or better. Day six I was also 1C better than budget just before bedtime. But in looking for something to use that last C, I looked in the fridge, and found the cheese I hadn't used on the crumpets. Took just a small piece. Didn't weigh it. Enjoyed it.
I've just estimated it, though, and that put me over Thursday's target by 5Cs. But that wasn't the end of my misdemeanours. It was last night, celebrating a bit of good news, that I came home a trifle bungalowed. It wasn't trifle but another potent target spoiler - the new "Layers of Joy Jaffantastic", which at 8Cs was Cs I didn't have. Nor was the extra beer I had also enjoyed, chatting with pals, masked and socially distanced.
Total overspend for the week suddenly up at 18Cs.
But should I be despondent? "No, sir." I have lost over two stones in less than eight weeks. My weight now lower than at any time in the last few years. My doctor ecstatic. I'm smiling really. Say cheese!
It can't stop here. Indeed I was reminded this morning that the problem with rapid diets is putting the weight straight back on when the diet finishes. So the plan with this diet, right from the start, was there wouldn't be an end. The concept was and remains that a Cs target could be adjusted as the weight comes off, to accelerate it or slow it down. Making the approach a permanent change in lifestyle.
But I do have two lock-ups of mainly business papers that I need to thin out to get everything into one. I've been putting it off. I'm such a hoarder. Today? A lot of energy needed to move things around!
DO YOU WANT TO GIVE THIS PROVEN APPROACH A TRY?
Head straight to the introduction page, and read the various other blogposts of my trials, tribulations and success.
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