I did try to post last week. I just got a little sidetracked with sleep and friends and work and Hallowe’en and spending two hours in a cemetery after dark.

This week, I didn’t go to class because I’ve had this niggling pain in my stomach. It feels like a pulled muscle, but it only happens when I stand up, when I stretch. It’s rather disconcerting to say the least.

Last week, however, I did go to class! I just didn’t post my result.

As you might remember, my first week back, I lost 8lbs, which is abso-fucking-lutely fantastic. I expected to hold the same weight for two weeks running (not weight LOSS, mind you; I expected to stay the same weight. 8lbs is a lot of weight to lose in a week!) but I didn’t!

I stepped on the scale, only to be pleasantly told:

1.5lbs

Excellent! 9.5lbs loss in two weeks.

Colour me thrilled. My hip doesn’t hurt anymore.

And don’t worry, I’ll be going to class next week come hell or high water. One week missed in my first month is quite enough, say thankya.

So, I rejoined Weight Watchers last week, and, quite simply, it was a fabulous success.

Since Thursday, not so great, but it’s That Time Of The Month, so I’m feeling pretty craptacular, actually! But I managed to not buy a tub of ice cream when I went to Tesco this arvo. I settled for a pack of bacon flavour crisps.

Anyway, as the subject says, week one: success!

I did have a very good first week back; I took the “Tracker Book”, which is where one member volunteers to take a book full of trackers home and just uses it (and their own Tracker, too) anonymously so that others can see what kind of a good week or bad week the member has, and so on and so forth.

It really kept me on track all week, knowing that both Patricia and the other members who take the book would be able to see exactly what I did for a whole week, and luckily, I didn’t let them down!

As of my first week back, my weight loss stands at

-8lbs

In one week, you guys! ONE WEEK and I got my first Silver 7™ and lost more than a half a stone and I. Was. STOKED.

And then felt like ass since then, because, as I mentioned… It’s That Time Of The Month.

… I hate you, Mother Nature.

I work very late on a Tuesday night, sometimes. Tonight was one of those times; I went from 1.30pm this afternoon to 9.30pm this evening without a single lick of food.

I got home tonight, and Mum had made this lovely, beautiful, tasty home-made beef stew for tea, and I started eating it. Then I got accosted by a kitten. Then I picked the kitten up, and ate with my spoon in one hand and the kitten in the other.

Then, after realising that I’d actually have to chew the meat in the stew, I apologised to Mum, asked her to keep it for me for a later date, and then I picked up something I wouldn’t have to chew.

Luckily, that turned out to be yoghurt and tropical fruit salad in grape juice, so it’s not too bad.

But still.

I didn’t want to chew my own food.

I can be so lazy when I’ve been food deprived for 8 hours.

I’ve got to say, that one of my absolutely favourite side dishes since I bought the Cook Yourself Thin cookbook, has been oven roasted garlic, butternut squash and red onions. Absolutely delicious; I can’t get over how sweet onion is when it’s oven-roasted.

Divine!

And what I usually do with the garlic, is I peel it. I cut the tops and bottoms off of the individual cloves, and I peel the skin off, and I roast them like that.

Tonight, I mixed it up a little.

I cut nothing off. I didn’t peel anything. I chucked the individual cloves onto a roasting tray with the butternut squash and the quartered red onion, I sprayed it with 1-calorie butter flavour spray oil, ground some sea salt on top, and did it just like that.

And, may I just say, I have never tasted such beautiful garlic in my entire life.

Paired with the piece of steak my Mum cooked for us tonight, I think I was just in foodie heaven.

Later this week, I’m going to attempt to make a pumpkin, butternut squash and sweet potato soup, to boot. If it’s any good, I’ll post the recipe.

If not, I won’t.

That simple.

I think, what’s interesting about the rejoining Weight Watchers thing, is that Niamh’s (Niamh is one of the girls I work with) mum rejoined Jenny’s evening class the same day that I rejoined Patricia’s morning class. The original reason that I got to thinking about rejoining in the first place was that I talked to Niamh’s mum when I met her on the street the previous Friday, and she said she hadn’t been in months, either.

And so we both rejoined in the same week - on the same day, even, but at different classes! There were a few rejoiners this week, too, and a couple of new members.

So far, I’ve been very good - I’m doing the Core Plan again, because that was what I was always best at, and what worked best for me, and I have to say, that it certainly feels like it’s working better already. Or, well, not working better, per se, but simply… it feels like it’s working. I know it’s only been three days, but by GOD, I still don’t feel as bad when I’m walking up the stairs today as I did on Wednesday, and I’m certainly not as sore in the hip when I’m standing up for any length of time.

Small things like that… maybe it’s all in my head, and maybe not. I suppose we’ll see how well I do when I get weighed on Thursday morning, and the new set of scales in the bathroom are certainly tempting, but it’s the middle of the night, and I’ll be weighing heavy because it’s evening and I’ve already eaten all of my food for the day, and I know I should only get weighed once a week.

But I really wanna know! I want it to be Thursday again, even if it does mean that I’ve got to get up before noon every Thursday now. I am going to miss that extra wee lie-in. Ah well, it’ll all be worth it in the end.

I’m going to be the best-looking skinny-ish Bridesmaid a bride ever had! HAHAHHAA.

(I don’t think I mentioned that, either! My sister and future brother-in-law have set a wedding year, at 2010 [which is such an easy year to type] which means I have a year and change to get down to a decent size! Which is totally do-able.

And anyway, I’ll look absolutely fan-fucking-tastic in green.)

In random news:

I keep on getting spam comments on my old(er) entries, and it’s really driving me batty! WordPress is also constantly telling me that WordPress 2.6.2 is available! Please update now.

But I think that getting the site installed properly, in the first place, was a huge fluke! What if I install the update, and, in the process, lose all my entries? Or my tags, or my keywords, or anything? I used to be a whizz with all this HTML, website installation crap, and I’ve lost it almost completely in the past couple of years!

Weird.