Am I skinny yet?
Today's Weight 205.5.0lbs
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Shouldn't I be thin by now? I've been soooooo good, and it's been almost 14 weeks since I last had a nibble of chocolate or cake or any other refined carb trash, and I've been an honest to God exercise demon - I'm expecting the Olympic selection committee to turn up on my doorstep to beg me to join the squad any day now. Hell, I'm bored with being fat, I want to see what thin feels like for a change. When will men start to walk into lamposts or drive through red lights 'cos I'm such a head turner? I never did have much of a long term vision - it's all very well me telling myself that if I carry on plugging away I'll be fit'n'healthy by this time next year - I want to be fit'n'healthy'n'gorgeous'n'skinny NOW, goddammit!
Hmmm, impatience, thy name is Fatslayer.
The scales registered another half pound drop this morning, so I'm teetering on the brink of 25lbs lost. Almost a quarter of the way to goal. So I'm impatient, but I'm happy impatient, if you know what I mean. I picked up a sack of dog food yesterday that weighed 12.5kg (27.5lbs) and it was damn heavy, and I though Jeeze, I've lost almost that much weight, and I've got another three sacks of chow still to lose. No wonder the dog salivates when he looks at me - I must look like a year's worth of breakfast, lunch and dinner to him when he's feeling hungry. And he's a Labrador, so he's ALWAYS hungry.
Talking of hungry, my munchies are starting to diminish now that my period seems to have reached it's peak - for a couple of days last week I was absolutely RAVENOUS. In a fit of true evangelism I threw half a lemon cheesecake in the bin after a dinner party on Saturday night (and I hadn't had even the tiniest forkful), and ten minutes later I was seriously considering brushing off the coffee grounds and carrot peelings and eating the whole sorry mess. It was only 'cos I caught a glimpse of the dog, eyeing up my fat thighs with a glint in his eye and a lick of his chops, that I was able to resist. Heh heh.
Good thing was that although I was almost crazed by food cravings - it was how I imagine pregnancy to be, 'cept I wanted chocolate not anchovy flavour icecream - I DIDN'T SUCCUMB TO THEM! I ate slightly more food in volume terms, but I kept within my calorie allowance, and managed to avoid refined carbs into the bargain. Damn, but I'm good!
