9th
Week Whatever
Wooo and she’s on a roll. I weighed in on Tuesday, but couldn’t be arsed posting anything about it until now. Such is the way…
Loss: 1.2kg [2.6lb]
Total loss: 11kg [24.2lb]
Fark me, that sounds like a lot in pounds…
I’ve been skipping a lot of meals. At least one a day. Mind you I am on a fairly high limit, so it’s not like I’m starving myself, but I just seem to have developed the habit of not eating. I’m not sure how long this will last… it’s like I jsut want the scale to go down yesterday… and it seems to be helping, heh. My JC consultant keeps telling me off, but what is she gonna do? I’ve been drinking wine on Friday nights [like, a bottle or two.. ahem]… and that hasn’t made a difference, despite all the tut-tutting from my consultant.
I’m really not in the mood for crapping on about this right now, so I’ll make it quick.
My clothes are hanging off me. It’s getting so obvious that people are commenting at work. Which brings me to another thing…. at the 11kg point, which isn’t far off 2 stone… people are starting to notice. I’ve always felt a bit uncomfortable when people comment on weight loss. I mean, on one hand it’s great because they rave about how good you look and it’s all streamers and congratulations.. but on the other hand I’m left wondering…”so how bad did I look before?”… and that takes the shine off, just a little. I really need to get over that, because my work colleagues are saying very nice things I really ought to take it at face value - rather than turn it into a negative. Hm.
In other news: My shoes are too big for me now. I feel like I’m wearing clown shoes.
That is all. Hope the moving is going well, J… and congrats on your loss, Emma! :)
