Took to the scales again today. Hadn’t meant to. Wasn’t an appointment weigh-in I have with my lovely Practice Sister Fiona. I just happened to be in Boots so I leapt on their scales – shop was nice and quiet so nobody could see me and come yell loudly, “So how much do you weigh now FATSO!”
I should point out that I know absolutely NO ONE who would do this. But I have a vivid imagination and I imagined all sorts. Anyway the number is what you want and the number is down again… but not by much. I’ve lost a further 3lbs, 1.5 kilos I think is the metric conversion. I don’t much care for metric. I’ve lost more in pounds so pounds it is. But, should you care, I’m now 84.7, down from 85.8 at my last weigh-in. So, not a lot off but down. That’s the main thing. Down.
I’m at a very difficult stage right now with this diet. I’m at the point where the easy falling off stage is now long gone and the hard graft up the hard road ahead really gets going; or rather really doesn’t get going. You have to fight for every pound. Your body seems to cling to its fat and won’t let go. You feel as if you’re fighting your body. This is war. Who will win? Nearly always, as most miserably failed dieters will attest, your body wins. It’s almost as if you can feel it smiling to itself, saying, you can’t beat me. I will win in the end. I always win.
Of course this is a very unhealthy attitude to take. We should be in tune with our bodies. In harmony. We should love them and cherish them. They keep us going and are truly remarkable, miraculous machines. I like to think that by eating the Paleo way, I am respecting my body. Feeding it with the very best kind of food. Nourishing it, keeping it warm. Cherishing it. A diet shouldn’t be a fight with our bodies because that’s like fighting ourselves and that’s wrong.
So I’ll take my three pounder with relish and just feel pleased it’s a bit off. In seven weeks doesn’t seem like much but it’s a bit under half a pound a week and if I can keep that up, I should get the rest of the excess weight off in a reasonable amount of time. The total weight off is now exactly two stones in a total of seven and a half months or about 32 weeks. So it’s less than a pound a week on average but still steady. About the best I can hope for really given my age. And a slow loss is preferable to a quick one. And any loss is better than staying still. And a whole lot better than regaining which, as yet, I haven’t done on this diet.
Onwards! Thanks for listening. If you have been.