I have been pretty good this week eating-wise. There have been a number of times (make that lots and lots of times) that I have said an internal "no" to food I did not need.
I've also been back into the Weet Bix and fruit for brekky, rather than toast (the problem being what I put
on the toast - plus the fact that Weet Bix is better fibre) and trying to make all the food I eat reasonably healthy (except the Smith's Original chips - They are the splurge I have allowed myself in small doses when I could be going for something worse).
There were a couple of factors involved in this motivation-wise:
1. I recently went over the nasty number I'd been wanting to avoid. Thereby reaching my heaviest ever (and I've been doing that consistently over the last little while - getting to my heaviest ever, that is. And there's plenty more kilograms on the scales to keep increasing
that little number if I so choose.)
2. On the 9th October I'm down to be a model in the fashion parade for our church Spring Fair. I would like to avoid wearing clothes with a one and an eight in their size. It would also be good if they looked okay. (Not holding my breath on that as the lady at the shop who does the choosing doesn't always manage to find flattering colours and styles for me. Apparently everyone under the age of 40 looks good in black, whereas I
possibly at a stretch could have got away with it at 20, but mid-way through my 30s my skin simply does not want to play with borderline shades, and I turn into a ghost. I need the soft, clear colours that she doesn't stock. But moving right along...)
3. I found out that next year some of the girls from my year at school are planning a reunion. So by an unspecified time next year there needs to be a lot less of Jen.
4. Hubs has recently had some health investigations that have made me wonder if
I would do so well. Perhaps I could be little healthier in my exercise and eating patterns.
So my plan was to take off 1.1 kg in a week to get back under the hideous number.
Then next goal to loose 4 kg (preferably before the Fashion Parade - a little under 2 months. Possible?).
Then another 4 kg before the end of the year.
Then another 4 kg before easter next year.
That will get me back to "stalling weight" where I was before loosing my weightloss mojo. It also gets me out of the "overweight" scores for BMI. I will try to maintain this for a few months, then decide whether I should try for another 4 kg. (That's still 4 kg off my original goal of wedding weight, but I'm willing to revise that goal in light of the fact that I bounced last time, and the time before that, and the time before that...)
So imagine my surprise when I got on the scales this morning and had lost 2.3 kilograms?!!
2.3. That's a whole lot more than I was planning! That means I only have 2.8 kg to go before the week of the Spring Fair, making it more possibly possible. Possibly.
The even better thing is that I've taken off 2.5 cm off my waist. That means that clothes will fit so much better, my risk for heart disease and diabetes are heading down, and it will be less likely that people will accuse me of pregnancy.
I think this has put me in an excellent head-space to head off to our Youth and Family Camp. I will be healthy. I will refuse seconds. I will try to be good at snack-times and for dessert.
Try? Now there's a recipe for success!
