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South Beach Diet Redux Two: Day Six

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

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Weekly Weigh-in #33: August 12, 2012

-5lbs 25st 2lbs(352lbs/159.66kg) (+5lbs/2.27kg) I'm thrilled with that, a 5lb weight-loss, given that I've only been doing South Beach since Wednesday. So far, I'm... doing all right. I did have a little meltdown last night and eat too many peanuts, but overall, I don't think it'll affect me too badly. I'm not sure what else… Continue reading Weekly Weigh-in #33: August 12, 2012

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South Beach Diet Redux Two: Day One

I had a last carb-y/sugar-y splurge yesterday, with a pack of onion ring crisps, a bar of tablet, and a pack of miniature Reese's Peanut Butter cups. Probably not the best course of action, but I really wanted some sugar. I started The South Beach Diet this morning anyway: scrambled eggs and ("Canadian" bacon: a… Continue reading South Beach Diet Redux Two: Day One

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In Which Fatso Comes To A Conclusion

Okay. After that weight gain, which was NOT a blip on the scale - I'm actually above 360 most evenings after eating my food for the day - it's painfully obvious that what I'm doing with my day-to-day eating just isn't working. What I've mostly been doing has been this: I've been buying roast joints… Continue reading In Which Fatso Comes To A Conclusion

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In Which Fatso Talks To Her Psychiatrist

Now, I'm not sure how many of you know that I'm actually on a list of medications as long as my arm. (It's not actually as long as my arm; it just feels as though it is. I'm on four different painkillers for my back alone, two different pills for my brain, two for my… Continue reading In Which Fatso Talks To Her Psychiatrist