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Didn't lose any this week.
I know why - there is such an obvious pattern - I lose less or none at all the on the weeks I get benefit. I'm better off without any money it turns out. Then again, I think I always knew that.
Mum on the other hand lost 3lb. She is now definitely losing, which I am so happy about. And this is despite having a lunch and dinner out with ex work colleagues. I think this is a combination of walking with me (rather than the feeble walks she was trying to convince herself were exercise) discipline and the low fat snacks. So I'm only claiming responsibility for 2 of the 3 lbs! Of course not - it's all down to her and she deserves it.
On the good news front, my fat % is down as it has been every week. Every day in every way, I am less and less of a fattie.
On the bad news front, I got up and ready for a whole battery of blood tests today, inc 12 hours fasting... And when I got to the practice it turns out it was tomorrow. Mum was so cross with me. I try to tell her that it's partly a symptom of depression, but she does persist in thinking it's because I'm lazy and/ or stupid. Still, I know Mum. By tonight she'll think she treated me with sympathy and we'll both be happy with that version of events.
Charity shop and therapy again tomorrow. I'll be walking into town and back (a mile each way) and up and down the stairs all day. And giving my therapist the two great ideas I got from here about future careers. Really looking forward to both!
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