I will be glad to return to plan properly, taking care to get the necessary nourishment for recovery and still maintain a controlled weight loss.
Not making excuses, my efforts have been half-hearted as I’ve been cold and hungry these past few weeks so have slipped off the SW path for at least one meal every day.
Even my friendly scales turned against me yesterday, so I had a proper SW breakfast and dinner, then blew it by devouring gingernut biscuits over my syn allowance.
It is easy to see how little it takes for the pounds to creep back on, even when we think we are being careful.
Hubby is worried I will become paranoid in my efforts to lose the extra poundage, but my aim is to take things slowly and sensibly. I do not however intend to fall into the trap of eating loads of fruit, which I did before and it cost a fortune with minimal results, nor the other thing that failing dieters do, and that is to skip meals. It doesn’t work. Our bodies need fuel to function, and food is fuel, just depends whether it’s diesel or unleaded.
The only thing I have managed to keep up is my exercise where I have tried to walk Maggie between three and four miles a day. On several occasions now I have walked her back from the supermarket, which depending on which one is either a mile or a mile and a half, plus the Avenue at least twice. This has helped with the fatigue, though I have to be honest, I am finding it rather tiring just now.
This is my final weigh in before I get back on the road sotospeak.
So how did (n’t) I do?
Well, colour me surprised. I actually had a loss this week. OK, it was only half a pound, but it means I have kept my promise to myself about my parameters during my radiotherapy, and even better I haven’t had to return my 2½ stone certificate!