11 stone 6/160 pounds: starting point
This morning I weighed in at 11 stone 6 (160 pounds). That, of course, was before breakfast, in my lightest pyjamas, with no slippers or dressing gown. Best I could do save maybe cutting my nails.
Kind of depressing. That’s the heaviest I’ve ever been IN MY LIFE. Most definitely time to do something about it.
So today’s plan is no carbs after lunch. That feels fine right now, at six o-clock, but it’ll be hard going by later this evening. And there’s chocolate in the fridge, and nice bread in the cupboard, and all manner of things which will be calling out to me by then. I’ll have to see whether there is any willpower in me. If there isn’t, I foresee a tragic fridge and bin ceremony tomorrow.
I’ve only dieted once before, so I’m not really very good at it. Somewhere in my house is a piece of paper dating from 1990, with my ten-year-goals inscribed on it in pretty mid-twenties-girl handwriting. One of the them is “still weight nine stone”. Nine stone? Ha! And it must have seemed realistic then. I just didn’t particularly have to think about what I ate or whether I did any exercise (mainly not, I have to say).
But six years ago I slipped sedentarily past the 11 stone mark. A year of fairly faithful no-carbs- past-lunch brought me to nine stone four – too thin, though kind of cool. But I don’t want to do that again. I hate the three rolls of fat, obviously, but I like a certain level of lusciousness. This time I’d prefer a happy medium, without rolls.
Ok. I’m off out to my jewellery lesson. Distraction has got to be good.
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