Happy days, comrades! I lost 1.5 lb (0.68 kg) this week, which means I’m finally officially Livin’ in the Seventies! 79.6 kg! Everybody get down and boogie!
(I am sure my mum must be thrilled that the fancy Electronic Publishing course she sent me on after university gave me nothing but the ability to Photoshop my head on to other people’s bodies. Still, wouldn’t it have been cool if there’d been a ginger Bee Gee?)
It has been a gruelling slog getting back to this most groovin’ of decades. I hadn’t been there since Year 9 in high school, fourteen years ago.
I had cruised into the 80s in February of last year and kept losing steadily for awhile there. I got halfway to the 70s but then I larded back up to 89.4kg in mid-December, after eating way too much during and after our holiday in Australia. So if you go from that point, it has taken a ridiculous 34 weeks to finally crawl under that 80 mark. I know one is not supposed to get hung up on the scale, but I have been SO bloody sick of seeing eighty-point-something that I almost ran over that digital beast with a truck. But better late than never, I suppose.
My current weight of 79.6 is also a nice wee milestone – I’m officially half the girl I used to be! I’ve lost 50% of my starting weight. How freaky is that!? It does make the stats on the sidebar look kinda cool.
Alas, there are many dietary dangers lurking in the week ahead! It’s going to be another busy set of seven, so I’m aiming to maintain and not go crazy. Stay calm! BREATHE!
But I’ve only just scraped into the 70s, so part of me worries it was just an illusion. Like when it’s a really hot day and you’re walking home from the train station and you think you see Johnny Depp waiting for you on the street corner brandishing a margarita, but when you get up close you realise it’s actually just a mailbox.