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
I've attempted doing the South Beach Diet before. Twice, even. I've managed to do Phase One, which lasts two weeks, twice. Phase Two is what gets me. That's when you reintroduce carbs from sources like rice, pasta, fruit, etc, slowly back into your diet. I go a little nuts, apparently. (Speaking of nuts... I'd better… Continue reading In Which I’m Heading Back To South Beach
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