Here we go again!
last update: 16 February 2005
height: 173cm (5’8")
original start weight: 159.2 kg (351 lb) on 17 Jan 2001
original start bmi: 53.4
fresh start weight: 95.9 kg (211.4 lb) on 12 Jan 2005
fresh start bmi: 32.2
current weight: 89.5 kg (197 lb)
current bmi: 30
result this week: -1.1 kg (2.4 lb)
loss in 2005: -6.4 kg (14 lb)
total loss since 2001: -69.7 kg (153 lb)
initial goal weight: 75 kg (165 lb)
distance to initial goal: 14.5 kg (32 lb)
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My weekly hop on the scales is so precise it borders on a religious ceremony. I do it as soon as I wake up. I take the scale into the bathroom, because the floorboards in my room are uneven. The bathroom floor tiles are black and white like a chessboard, and I place the scale on THE SAME tile every week. Then I go to the loo, then I wash my hands, then I strip off, then I get on the scale. I make a note of the number. Then I weigh myself four more times to make sure it wasn’t an accident.
If I deviate from this routine I’d feel like it was cheating somehow. At least I know I am starting from the same place each week – naked with empty stomach. I fear this week’s weigh-in, however, is not a true reflection of the past week. I won’t go into the details, but lets just say last night’s vegetable chili was having a rather dramatic effect on my digestive system this morning, and the ensuing evacuation may have made the numbers go down more than usual.
So this week I SHOULD be jumping up and down because HOLY FREAKING SHIT, I’m an 80s Girl! But I will wait and see what happens next week and celebrate then if applicable. I had some champagne and pizza on the weekend so I’m just not sure how I could lose so much in a week, even if I did walk around London for six freaking hours with only twenty minutes stop for lunch. Hmmm.
Anyway, even if the scales go up next week, let us just pause and reflect that I saw a number on the scale that began with 8. It has taken me for-bloody-ever to reach this moment. I became a 90s girl about August 2003. And I have not weighed under 90 kilos since 1994. Eleven years ago! Holy moly. I can’t believe I’ve lost eleven years of lard.
It’s tempting to go a bit crazy for the next two weeks before the wedding. After all, the dress is damn fitted and if I gain an ounce it could all explode! EXPLODE, I tells ya. But if I cut my calories too low, I won’t have enough energy for the gym, I will feel like shit and my skin will look rubbish. So I am going to stick to my usual regime but be extra careful to lay off processed foods and refined carbs.
I also need to make sure I don’t drink too much. Nothing puffs me up like alcohol! I have a night out on Friday, another on Saturday, and dinner at a friend’s place on Sunday night who said she is planning some calorific dessert to wow us all. So my plan for the nights out is to sneak to the bar and get glasses of iced water with a wedge of lime or lemon, so I can pretend I have vodka or gin. I can alternate that with real drinks. They’ll all be so drunk before long they won’t even notice what I’m doing.
As for the Sunday Night Cal Fest, I will just make sure I be extra healthy and wholesome during the week so I have some calories up my sleeve for Sunday. Plus plenty of exercise! Woohoo.
So that’s the plan, just remind me to stick to it!