Yay me!
Two kilogrammes.
That’s four point four pounds.
Bringing total lost to six kilogrammes.
That’s thirteen point 2 pounds.
That’s almost a stone.
Her first words to me when I walked in were, “Wow, you look really well.” Apparently it’s starting to show. I felt it was, but I also realise that proportionally that’s not that much, I still have such a lot to lose. It’s nice to have it validated (especially after, when I asked my mom if she could tell any difference her responce was, “No, you’re as fat as ever.”)
And that’s even after a big bag of chips on the way home from exercise last night.
Again, part of me thinks if I hadn’t stopped for the chips (and had my corned beef sandwich and a bowl of chips when I was fed up for lunch one day last week, and so on and so on) it might have been more. But the reality is, if I didn’t allow myself to have the chips when I want them, then I probably wouldn’t have stuck to either the healthier eating plan, or the exercise regime.
As the nurse said, “It’s working for you, so just keep on doing what you are doing.”