My progress chart has a nice steady downward slope with the occasional flat bit but never goes up. That's just an illusion. There would be lots of hillocks along the way but I don't know about them. I find a bad number on the scales is so demoralising that I only weigh myself when I am pretty sure the news will be good.
But today I broke my usual rule. I've been really struggling lately. August has been full of special occasions which is all very lovely but means that more than once I haven't fit in my usual 2 lean days a week. Then I had a short holiday which involved ridiculous amounts of food - cooked breakfast followed by pub lunch followed by afternoon tea followed by 3 course dinner followed by home made chocolate cookies for supper... I tried not to worry and figured when I got home Monday would be back on the 5:2. But Monday was the worst struggle ever. I was snarling at my husband and chewing the furniture. I only got through it by promising myself I could eat whatever I wanted on Tuesday to Thursday.
Well Tuesday to Thursday came and I just couldn't hold back. Chips, wine, second helpings of apple pie and ice cream...Today the next lean day loomed and I really didn't know if I could do it.
I decided a new tactic was required. I would get on the scales and scare myself silly with a horrible weight gain, then draw a line under it and get back on the WOL which had been working so well for me.
I stepped on the scales, I braced myself, I looked down and what did I find?
I'd somehow lost another 2 pounds.
I honestly don't understand how! This 5 2 really is some sort of magic.
Today's fast day suddenly got a whole lot easier.
Onwards and downwards!
But today I broke my usual rule. I've been really struggling lately. August has been full of special occasions which is all very lovely but means that more than once I haven't fit in my usual 2 lean days a week. Then I had a short holiday which involved ridiculous amounts of food - cooked breakfast followed by pub lunch followed by afternoon tea followed by 3 course dinner followed by home made chocolate cookies for supper... I tried not to worry and figured when I got home Monday would be back on the 5:2. But Monday was the worst struggle ever. I was snarling at my husband and chewing the furniture. I only got through it by promising myself I could eat whatever I wanted on Tuesday to Thursday.
Well Tuesday to Thursday came and I just couldn't hold back. Chips, wine, second helpings of apple pie and ice cream...Today the next lean day loomed and I really didn't know if I could do it.
I decided a new tactic was required. I would get on the scales and scare myself silly with a horrible weight gain, then draw a line under it and get back on the WOL which had been working so well for me.
I stepped on the scales, I braced myself, I looked down and what did I find?
I'd somehow lost another 2 pounds.
I honestly don't understand how! This 5 2 really is some sort of magic.
Today's fast day suddenly got a whole lot easier.
Onwards and downwards!
