This week the scales were back down to 81.3 kg. Which is 0.6kg or 1.5lb lost. Which is just the same bloody amount I gained last week.
All I could do this time was laugh and shake my head, you know in the way that some parents do when their little darling is smearing chocolate all over the couch or slashing somebody’s tyres. Oh you crazy kids. You know, that look? Oh you CRAZY scales! You kill me!
The thing is, on both Saturday and Sunday the scale was down to 80.4, which I feel is more reflective of my efforts over the past four weeks of Going For Gold. I don’t know what happened while I was sleeping on Sunday night, perhaps the pumpkin soup or the salad or the delicious braised cabbage I’d consumed over the weekend had suddenly turned to lead.
But you know what? To hell with the scale. I will keep going. There’s only eleven weeks left in the challenge, many of which involve Chistmas and calorific events. I will be extra vigilant and make sure I keep the momentum going. It will take extra effort to get the rest of this blubber off. So I can’t do things like, make apple crumble for dessert on a Monday night because there were heaps of apples needing to be used up and it was Weigh Day so I can get away with it especially if you have it with yogurt on the side. No! I can’t do that kind of thing. I just have to suck it up and work harder.
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I am off work next week so I vow to write entries of higher quality then. Sorry things haven’t been particularly profound lately.
In the meantime, behold this latest wonder of food manufacturing! Pancake And Sausage On A Stick. Together at last!