Winter now, grey skies and rain for most of the year and now cold temperatures. We bought an electric heater. Most of our cold weather clothes are currently inaccessible. Processed cereals, pizzas, pies, popcorn - all the unhealthy p words - have comprised my diet for the past week so of course I ballooned immediately. I also hoovered up some of Ray's meals carefully designed to tempt his non-existent appetite. My beautiful man is fading.
This morning I had an epiphany: my brain is perfectly capable of overruling my constantly clamouring tastebuds and gut. What is the point of claiming to be intelligent if I can't control my own comfort eating of poor choices? Where and why does my brain hide when choice is operational? Food is now a medical challenge; I do not want type II diabetes and its attendant sicknesses (Mum developed it as a result of excess weight at about my current age). Ray needs me to be fit and healthy so I can care for him. My mind and my body both need adjusting this week; I'll think of it as a major mechanical service. I'm really very disappointed in myself.
Sorry for the rant; some days are difficult.
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86.9 kg
Lost so far: 0 kg.
Still to go: 12.9 kg.
Diet followed: Poorly.
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Gaining 1.2 kg a Week
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