1.2.3. (you know, like the song...)
- My self control seems to changed for the better. Somehow I seemed to have trained my brain (either that or this is all a weird dream and I will wake up back at my original weight). Last night we went out for a curry. What I really, really wanted was samosas, chicken rogan, peshwari naan, wine, pilau rice and coffee with cream and an after eight (are you salivating yet?). This would have come in at well over a days points. I was very, very good. I had a poppadom with the bits that come with it, plain chicken tikka and a saag aloo, hubby ordered a keema naan so I wouldn't be tempted to nibble (I don't eat lamb - another story in itself). No coffee, no after eight, no wine. Now somebody give me a blooming medal!
- Last Wednesday I measured myself. Last night I measured myself again and astonishingly I have lost 2lbs round my waist, an inch round my thigh and 1/2 inch off my butt and 1 inch from my bra band. Where did it all go? Did it come out in my poo? Surely I would have seen it? I must say that maybe I was retaining water last week with me having PMT but I am still pleased!
- Last Saturday I got into the next stone bracket. No longer am I over 19 stone. Now I am over 18 stone. OK being 18 stone something doesn't sound like something I should be celebrating but I have been trying to get under 19 stone for so long now it felt like quite an achievement!
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