This week was much more positive in terms of weightloss for me. I wasn’t confident to be honest, I’d been pretty slack on logging food and I’d felt rubbish from having an awful cold and losing my voice (again). Not to mention that when I feel rubbish I eat rubbish! Crisps definitely passed my lips last week!! I wasn’t at all active, I barely got out of my pyjamas for about 3 days, when I say barely I mean I didn’t get out of my pyjamas. At all. Or even brush my hair, or shower or any normal stuff like that. I must have smelled like a delightful mixture of body odour and vicks vaporub – lucky R!!
So when I stepped on the scales this morning I was expecting that I might lose a tiny bit of weight or stay the same, but I was pleasantly surprised. I lost 2.2lb!! My body must have gone a bit crazy with all of the food and held on to it when I was away, but it seems to be back on track now. I’m edging closer and closer to my goal and noticing that some of my old t-shirts fit me now – not that all of them are as appropriate for a 28-year-old-mother-of-one as they were a 21-year-old-single-student.
I am starting to wish I had measured my body before embarking on weightloss because I’m really curious as to where I have lost fat. Having tried on several dresses and discovered that they are now much too big on the bust I would like to know if it’s because of losing weight or because of the whole ‘breastfeeding for 23 months’ thing.
|Source: Health Me Up|
Luckily we don’t have any more big events coming up until my target of being 10 stone by our friend’s wedding and R is working a lot which means I eat less – he’s a feeder – which means with proper meal planning and being aware of what I’m stuffing in my mouth (and logging it on my fitness pal) I should hopefully carry on losing weight.