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I only lost a pound this week.
But I was aware I had been lax - my parents' 41st wedding anniversay led to some scoffage. As did making a failed batch of cookies, of which I polished off about half, and a successful batch, of which i ate about a quarter.
Mum put on 2lbs...
Still, in total I have lost 7lbs now, which is significant in Britain where it is counted as half a stone.
Half a stone in two weeks is very good.
Also, this week is a no-money-week. I can easily trough my way through the less healthy things in the fridge, but only at the risk of allowing my fresh fruit and veg to go moudly. As I hate waste, I am confident I'm back on track to lose at least another three pounds this week.
I have politely declined a Chinese takeaway at my Grandad's for his 86th birthday this Saturday. He won't eat out at all now because of his Parkinsons, which is a shame because he was treated ever so well at the local All You Can Eat - they gave him a present every year, and gave Mum & Dad a complimentary drink (for having proper respect for the old I assume). But he's too embarrassed now.
Also, it's Ash Wednesday this week, so I get a night off Mum's insistence on meat - she only tolerates two meat free nights usually. I will have pancakes on Shrove Tuesday, but am determined only to have lemon and a small dusting of sweetener. Or maybe just pineapple, I have plenty! (see Hard Cider thread in Food & Drink).
Also, with the coming of Lent, there should be less goodies in the house. Not that they usually tempt me, but the pared down feel of the fridge and cupboards will help my mindset.
My percentage fat is going down anyway, which is great news.
Oh - did I mention I was asked to postpone my appointment with the nurse who runs the Obesity Clinic for another week? Grrrr. Still, it's only next week after all.
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