I met Jacques for the first time in a few months, and boy! What a change! He is now a svelte smooth dude, and quite possibly a love machine for all the ladies with any sense.
But not me – I am so fat.
I had to go to the opera tonight, and needed a dress shirt. I tried on my collection of disused dress shirts I bought in a fit of “good boy!” reward mode earlier this year, most of which almost fit me back then. Now – most of them would have had projectile buttons when I sat down in the car. So disappointing.
But I’m not going to waste my time with WW meetings. Most of the time I turned up (when I could – see rampant travel problems), but didn’t lose any weight because I didn’t have the will to stop eating stupidly in the week. Nor the will to wake up early enough to go for a walk or to go to the gym.
I tried going to the gym after work, but that never worked. Tired. Hungry. Crabby. So, morning and weekends it was. Or in my case, wasn’t.
I lost weight (4 kg) in Italy (3 weeks!) even despite eating completely stupidly whilst in England, and eating nothing but pizza once or twice a day in Italy. The trick? Walking at least four or five km (sometimes 20+) each and every day.
It comes down to motivation – do I have any? I’ve met a nice lady in Sydney, my shirts don’t fit me, and I’m one or two meals away from needing the belt extender in Virgin Blue. I have to lose the weight.
I’m resetting the counter and Excel spreadsheets for me.
133.5 kg this morning. I want to be 132.5 kg next Sunday morning.