Accountable every week

I've decided that I'm only going to blog about weight loss once a week on Thursdays and link up at Diminishing Lucy's Fat to Fit. There are many reasons for this, but really it boils down to the time factor and the boredom factor. I really don't see myself sitting here being interesting about and interested in writing about... loss of fat.
I just find the whole thing so deadly dull.

Oh my, don't tell anyone you're on a 'diet' (or 'healthy life choices programme') because they immediately launch into telling you down to the finest detail what they had for breakfast that morning. "So I had an egg and I boiled it in water that I added a bit of salt to.. did I add the salt?... no, no salt... and then I opened a new packet of Burgen multi-grain bread, the one with the..." Cue coma.

Just having to think about the minuate of what goes into the mouth is labourious for me. I do suppose that a classic 'boredom eater' such as me will find it very difficult to lose weight when she find diets so boring.

So, this week the scales have done... absolutely nothing. And this is because I have done... absolutely nothing.  My grand 200gm weight loss a week has come to a screeching halt. There is a reason for this. I've been eating the choc bits from the cooking cupboard while watching Modern Family and United States of Tara. Two shows, two different nights, same me eating the choc bits.

I know, I know. And I'm on holidays next week which is usually a disaster, but I'll try to make it not. Perhaps the generosity of Good Golly Miss Holly will see me through? She emailed to see if I'd like her copies of some motivational CDs and I said... why yes thank you you generous and lovely soul. Would anyone like them after me?

How did you fare (pun intended) this week?

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Inspired by Lucy

I've been neglecting my Skinny blog, but I've been inspired by Diminishing Lucy to get back on track to being Diminishing Maxabella. Being a bit more "public" with my blog will help I'm sure!

Last week I ran 800m down to the Blackmores Running Festival tent to pick up my sister's bib for her sterling efforts in the 9km fun run. Does that count? I got a blister for my efforts, so I felt like I was really a part of things. I'm trying to get back to running a couple of times a week. I go at eleven a.m. with my colleague Sean, who's a super-fit personal trainer in his spare time. I have to keep the jokes flowing and the conversation gossipy as we run otherwise he'll get bored and race off ahead of me. At least I know I'm not overdoing it if I can run and puff, sort, puff, of, puff talk at the same time.

I've been losing about 200g a week for three weeks now. I think that's fine. As long as the number goes down instead of up, I'm a happy lady. I do plan to step it up a bit more this week as I'm trying my best to stay on track with Good Golly Miss Holly's Plan, I've allowed myself 2000 kilojoules a day though. I have to be realistic. You can't walk from France to Africa overnight* and it's going to take me over a year to lose all the weight that needs to go.



* Was this an offensive statement? I meant more along the lines of 'rich buttery French cuisine' and 'lean, low-fat African fare'...




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One word

Thank god there is only one outlet (that I know of, don't tell me if I'm wrong!) in Sydney. A trip to Manly isn't the same without it... Heaven.

1 more bag packed for Skinny Street

Makes me happy to know that I'm slowly winding up the fat rope and getting ready to set sail. I haven't even been 'trying hard', I've just been trying to eat mindfully and accept it when I decide to go off the rails a bit. Dieters will know what I mean when I say that I've actually been thinking about LOTS of other things besides food. I've hardly thought about food at all in fact. Could this be key?

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I'm not telling you

Going well... check out my weight loss counter in the footer of my blog... tres exciting!

Writing my song...

I'm doing well. I haven't weighed myself (I don't think I will for a while, if that's okay) but I feel like I've stayed reasonably on the straight and narrow (narrow, geddit?). I've realised that my 'diet' is taking shape in the form of 'eat like a normal person eats'. So, aside from banning chocolate (unless it's in something that I bake myself) I'm really eating much as I usually do, just a bit less at mealtimes and a lot less at snacktimes. It's working really well.

It feels sustainable.

Which is the whole point, really.  Previous attempts have resulted in me scoffing chocolates by 4pm because I feel deprived and I feel like I'll never get a square meal again as long as I live. Not good.

It's nice to feel a bit more in control again. And it's nice to feel like I'm finally doing something again to move a little (little, geddit?) bit closer to looking like the 'me' that's in my heart.

No more skinny puns. Promise.

Phase 159 of the 20 year diet is... on!

So, I turned 39 on Friday . So Saturday marked the beginning of me packing my bags for the big move to Skinny Street. Feels oddly great, just as decluttering the unclutterable always feels great. You've just got to set the timer and start clearing out a single drawer.

And so we begin.

So, on Saturday I had Thai takeaway for dinner and ordered curry and noodles. That's not the way to move to Skinny Street, now is it? Next time it will be Chilli Chicken and I'll boil my own brown rice. See, I'm planning.

Then on Sunday I made Lemonade Scones for afternoon tea and ate five of them with butter and jam. Hmmmm, this drawer is very, very cluttered, isn't it? Next time I'll eat only two with jam only... and miss the butter with every bite. So maybe I will have one with butter and jam. Planning.

Fear not, this blog is not going to be a blow by blow of what I did and didn't eat each day. God help me, I would bore the pants off myself. But I wanted to give you the above rundown so you know exactly what we are dealing with.

Denial.

Denial.

Denial.

Ah well, at least we have set the timer...

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