It was so strange weighing in on a Monday again. It really does make you think twice about what you put in your gob over the weekend.
And it’s quite a nostalgic too, recalling the heady days of 2001 when my sister and I would drive to our WW meeting on a Monday evening. I’d sit there on the loo for ten minutes, trying to pee out another half pound and wondering if I could have worn lighter shoes.
After we weighed, we’d ditch the meeting and go to Woolies to do our grocery shopping. We’d always cook something extra yummy on Monday nights, a post weigh-in treat. My favourite was Burger Night. Australian style of course – with beef, bacon, cheese, grilled pineapple, onions, etc etc. I worked at a fish and chip shop during university – coincidentally the period I stacked on the most lard – so I knew how to make a mean burger. But of course we’d healthified it – extra lean mince, extra lean bacon, wholegrain buns, and a spritz of cooking spray instead of oil. Lordy, they were tasty.
But Monday weigh-ins aren’t as much fun now, since it’s just me at home at 6.45AM. I don’t have time for theatrics or fancy food, otherwise I’d miss my train. It’s just Strip ‘n’ Weigh, baby! 80.9 kilos (178lb) which means I lost 0.7 kg (1.5lb).
Woohoo! I’ll take that. I had a good, clean, sensible week so I must plough forward and do it all over again. I have already had my chocolate ration this week – one Marks & Spencer Caramel Shortcake. It was tops. There are some major Social Landmines coming up, foodwise; but I will do my best to stay aboard the good ship LardBust. Ahoy!