Arrgh! I wrote a bigass entry in my email program and it CRASHED before I saved the draft. So now I have to rely on my memory. Do you know how unreliable that is?
First of all… I'm back! I'm married! So now I am finally at liberty to tell you what went down with our connubials. We eloped to Las Vegas. Twice! Complete with Elvis impersonator! You can read all the wacky details on my non-fat blog, starting right here.
Thank you so much to the groovy groovers who sent us wedding gifts while we were in the USA! Amazon doesn't give you contact info so if you could email me so I can chat properly that'd be tops! So a big thanks to Veronica (handblender!), BethK (fondue set!), Celina from Washington (Vertigo DVD and George F Baby Grill!) and to the anonymous soul who sent the egg poacher thingy!
This may sound like an odd collection of goods but this was all stuff we really wanted so it was so bloody cool to come home all post-holiday depressed only to find PRESENTS! Thank you kindly for your good wishes.
And now for an update on the fat.
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Wednesday Weigh-In – Week Nine
last update: 16 March 2005
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: 89.3 kg (196.5 lb)
current bmi: 29.9
result this week: +0.6 kg (1.7 lb)
loss in 2005: -6.6 kg (14.6 lb)
total loss since 2001: -69.9 kg (153.7 lb)
initial goal weight: 75 kg (165 lb)
distance to initial goal: 14.3 kg (31.5 lb)
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You may recall my goal for the last three weeks of wedding/honeymooning was to simply STAY IN THE 80s! With a 0.6 gain I am at 89.3 which I am happy with. I will have to be really careful this coming week, but overall I am pleased with how things went.
After being so vigilant for the preceding six weeks, I was shitscared about travelling to the USA – land of super sizing, bountiful buffets and Peanut Butter Cups. How would I resist? The first four days of the trip were a BREEZE, thanks to my lovely friend Jillian. Jillian is a brilliant Dietgirl reader and we have been emailling for ages. More on that soon. She kindly offered us a place to stay when she heard we were coming to San Francisco. We took over her lovely guestroom (complete with deck) that she'd dubbed the Pre Honeymoon Suite.
And what a Pre-Honeymoon is was. She cooked us yummy food (her salads rule) and took us wine tasting and sushi-ing. She even took me to her pilates class on the Monday before the wedding. It was one of those yoga/pilates combos (yogalates? poga?) and I tell you, my abs were SCREAMING for the next FIVE DAYS. It was such a good class. I literally could not suck in my stomach on the wedding day coz it hurt so much to breathe in. Ha ha!
Anyway, all this combined with my grim determination to fit into my dress meant my pre-wedding behaviour was great. Post-wedding down at Las Vegas my eating went a bit shite. I ignored the salad bar at the buffet and had some stodgy stuff. And there was apple pie with cream and giant breakfasts – I was on my honeymoon after all! But unlike my previous holiday all-you-can eat binging I largely felt I was in control and sane about things.
Even with this moderate approach I felt the old Sugar Insanity take hold of me again. Plus raging PMS. After Vegas we headed back to San Francisco for another five days, where I told my new husband that I was going healthy again, and he was to remind of this vow if I thought about straying. My resolve was pretty rubbish. The day before we left I was going ON and ON about ice cream.
"I want ice cream! I must have ice cream!"
"You told me to tell you that you don't need ice cream!"
"But this is supposed to be a HOLIDAY and I haven't eaten anything good."
"But what about the restaurants?"
"We didn't have DESSERT in any of those. Dessert is good. The dinner stuff is just dinner. It doesn't count as something Good."
"Didn't you have dessert at Greens?"
"We SHARED a dessert between FOUR people and I only had like two bites."
"Wasn't it four?"
"I had THREE, tops. I just want something SWEET!"
"And I really wanted to go to Ghirardelli for the apparently Famous Hot Fudge Sundae but we didn't end up going and I'm still spewing about that! I have not had my treat quota!"
"But we shared that bar of chocolate in the park today…"
"That was DARK chocolate with nuts and raisins. All those antioxidants, that's health food!"
"What about the chocolates we ate on the bus to the Grand Canyon?"
"I ate that because the only other thing available was a banana that cost ONE DOLLAR. Plus tax. And it was crap chocolate. It wasn't something I was BUSTING TO HAVE."
"So it doesn't count. It's only a treat if it's something you really, really wanted. Can't you see the difference?! Jeez."
Now I am back home and the PMS psychosis is over. I have started tracking my food again and I am all fired up to get lard busting. Since I didn't go too crazy with the food in America, I don't feel like I'm completely "starting over" like after my holidays this year. This time I feel calm and in control.
However, I am still thinking about that bloody Sundae. Someday I will go back to San Francisco and it will be mine, all mine!