I know that one single day in a month isn't going to undo all of my hard work, and I guess that's the important thing: I know that it'll take me falling off the wagon entirely for me to start gaining the weight back instead of losing it.
Maybe it's not just a case of it being hard and me not knuckling down and getting on with it. Maybe it's a case of understanding how much easier my life'll be when I can walk more than 50 metres without my back being in agony.
© Clickamericas | Dreamstime.com - Fruits At The Market Photo Well, what do you know? It is still possible for me to lose weight. I've been losing weight this past week and few days. Now, I said that I was going to do South Beach, but after a week (minus the weekend) of Phase One,… Continue reading In Which I’m Actually Losing Weight
The annoying thing about being poor is that you can only afford so much. That is to say: my salad items were either used up or went bad by yesterday, and all I have left is lettuce. I have no mushrooms, no tomatoes, no asparagus, no fresh herbs, NO SALAD. Ugh, so yeah. South Beach… Continue reading In Which Fatso Lets Herself Down
Right now, I've just finished my lunch: salad, olives, pork with mayo, egg muffins and bacon. I'm actually feeling extremely full, despite the fact it wasn't a whole lot of food. I let myself off the wagon yesterday while I was at my parents' place: I had 2 thin slices of cherry cake and an… Continue reading South Beach Diet Redux Two: Day Six