Weigh Day

Either the scales last week wasn't accurate or lemon sorbet is very slimming as I'm now only .1kg heavier than 2 weeks ago. (That's a quarter of a pound in English. Note to self: find manual and work out how to change scales back to stones and pounds.)

I'll settle for the latter.

Now back to serious (ah-hum) dieting.

I really meant to just have a cup of tea

I suggested to Nuora and Younger Son that we should go to Verdi's, which is just across the road from them, because GrandSon4 is poorly and they'd had a bad night. And I really intended to have tea and nothing else.

Well, maybe a little piece of cake.

Then they suggested that Sorbet Don Carlo (lemon sorbet with raspberries), which didn't have fat in it and was really just water, would be slimming. And healthy even. 

So I had it. It probably contained just a smidgin of sugar ...

One good day ...

doth not for a holiday make up.

I had to keep telling myself that as I wandered around Sainsburys this morning. They do it on purpose, I'm sure they do. They have special offers on all the things I love: Maltesers, Cadburys Fingers and bars of chocolate. I could easily have rewarded myself for having a good diet day but I was resolute. Are you proud of me?

I took advantage of coming home to an empty fridge and scrubbed the shelves after throwing out all the things that were past their best so now I have a clean uncrowded fridge with nothing yummy in it. Well, plenty of yummy things if you count salad and ... um ... stuff.

I always keep bars of chocolate in the house for when I get an urge to cook but if Husband knows there is chocolate in the house he won't give up until he finds it. Which means not only do I have to hide all the chocolate but I have to keep changing the hiding places.

Younger Son and Nuora have been staying to look after George while we've been away, and I'd previously foolishly let Younger Son see the current location. Last night, after my good day, I might just have happened to have had a chocolate whim and cast a cursory glance in the secret hiding place.

And it was EMPTY!!!

I have learned my lesson; in future I trust no-one with the secret chocolate knowledge.

Reasons not to weigh

First reasons to weigh.
1) it's Tuesday;
2) there's a scales in the hotel bathroom. (What kind of hotel puts scales in the bathroom?)

Reasons not to weigh.
1) I'm on holiday;
2) the scales could be drastically inaccurate.

I weighed.

I am approximately 64.5 kg. I say approximately because:
1) the scales could be drastically inaccurate;
2) they are not digital scales and I'm ​not wearing my glasses.

Last week as far as I recall I weighed 63.4 kg, which means I have put on about 2lbs.

I knew there was a good reason for not weighing.

This fact did not stop me eating, you'll be pleased to hear. Well, I'm on holiday.

Weigh-in 4

-0.2 kg = not enough to get excited about. 

It doesn't help that I somehow managed to mess up my weight record on Rosemary Conley so that it's not even counting the 2 lbs I lost initially. 

Ah well, I am officially less than 10st. Only by about 3ozs but still I'm there before we go on holiday on Thursday. A week of eating a lot and not doing much will send me shooting back up I'm sure. Isn't it unfair how quickly weight goes on compared with how slowly it comes off?

On the plus side, yesterday in fitness class in the YM I was watching myself in the mirrors that line the walls. 'Hey, I'm looking pretty good,' I thought.

Obviously the thought won't linger for long as when I sit down and my tummy cuddles up with my boobs I soon remember.

It hasn't been a good week though as I've already gone into the holiday mind frame and I'm using oil to cook - well it makes things taste better than the spray oil - and not being sparing with my plate when I dish up. 

But again, on the plus side, I didn't add cheese to my dinner last night even though Husband who thought my sweet potato, spinach and chickpea bake was bland, brought it to the table.

Two very bad days!

A family barbecue and a party so have eaten far too much of the wrong stuff! 

Back to seriousness today. But that got off to a bad start when I discovered we didn't have enough milk for my weetabix so had to have toast and marmalade. But I didn't have a thick layer of butter ...

I'll get some milk and have weetabix for lunch. And as we don't have any food left in the house dinner will be meagre. that's the plan anyway.

Weigh-in 3

Another measly pound. Almost. Two weeks of dieting and I've lost nearly 2 pounds. 

I suppose it's better than nothing. And I've not been really strict. 

One more week until our holiday. 

Ploopy.

And this week's failures

Thursday was okayish. I think. A little teeny piece of chocolate may have come my way, possibly. Friday too. Oh, no, wait.

Friday I had lunch at Daughter's and she'd made a yummy pea and pecorino quiche and bread. Would have been rude not to eat it.

Saturday we were invited to younger Son and Nuora's for dinner. Delicious Chinese chicken and stir fried veg and noodles. Plus a slice of the cake I was trying out.

White chocolate and blueberry with a cheesecake topping. Hardly any calories really.

Today was going well ... until I realised the dish I'd planned - and was trying for the first time - would be much too small for Husband's appetite so i had to make chips as well. I just had to. But I didn't eat many. Not really.

Think I will have to accept the fact that I won't lose weight this week. 

Must try harder. Holidays in ten days.

Tomorrow is another day

Yesterday it was a a slice of birthday cake in Zac's; today it was pavlova plus a slice if lemon tart for GrandDaughter2's birthday.

Life conspires against me and my diet. I am convinced of it.

And so begins week 2

Week 1 weight loss = 1 lb.

Yes, you read that right. One measly pound. Yes, I know I had a few lapses but still ...

I blame Heather and James for feeding us so well last night. 

Onwards and upwards. At least I didn't gain weight.

Day 7 TOTAL FAIL

Days 5 and 6 moderate success i.e. only minor fails. Day 7 however ...

The only positive is that the hot chocolate isn't mine!

Back on the wagon today. Except we're going out to friends' for dinner this evening ...