After three weeks of basically going nowhere (total loss of 0.7 over the last three weeks), I’m feelign as though I’m back on track. Despite the cold, I ate only 23.5 points (25 max) yesterday, and have had 4.5 so far today (1030) with no hunger pangs at all. The belt is threatening to move in another notch too. At the risk of making this sound like a project management wankfest, the forthcoming key risks I see are:
(a) TPTCTF for dessert on my birthday;
(b) chocky mud cake on Sunday for the barfday nicpic;
(c) lack of exercise due to the cold
It’s interesting that even though I feel as though the last three weeks have been going nowhere for me as far as weight loss goes, I’ve still managed three quarters of a kilogram, or, extrapolating, still losing weight at the respectable rate of a kilogram a month. Frankly, at the start of the WW adventure, if someone had offered me 1kg/month weight loss, I would have taken it. The fact that I’ve managed to be losing on average 1kg a week so far is so much the bonus (points ha ha).