Thursday 21 December 2017

In the club

Yesterday I was awarded my Club 10 certificate!
Club 10 certificate

Everyone said, 'Well done! Fantastic!' etc. I returned to my seat, hugging my certificate and thinking, 'I wonder what it means?'

It turns out it means I've lost 10% of my starting weight. Which sounds like a lot until you think about it and then it doesn't seem like much. 

Anyway I have it and I'm now just one pound off my target weight. Alas Christmas comes next week so I'm unlikely to reach target for a few weeks' at least. Still I'm in a good place and I am resolutely refusing to buy tubs of Heroes, Quality Street or Celebrations. Which is just as well as our present from Husband's sister arrived yesterday.


Friday 15 December 2017

First stone gone!

The teacher had run out of certificates but I had my sticker! One stone lost, a pound and a half to go to my target weight. It would be so good if I could do that for next week. 

Sunday 10 December 2017

Nearly there

I have said this before but the weight loss way forward for me seems to be to eat out and to have puddings.

Last Wednesday, after Husband's birthday meal at Slice and being invited out to friends' for dinner, I lost two and a half pounds. That was after two weeks when I'd only managed half a pound each time.

Still mustn't grumble. My total weight loss is now thirteen and a half pounds. Half a pound more and I will get my stone certificate!

But ... since my last weigh-in I've been in hospital for an operation leaving me all pathetic and obliged to rest, meaning I'm not using many calories and eating too much.

But that aside I'm feeling slimmer and more confident. If I can eat sensibly-ish until Christmas then the damage from a small blow out will be easily repaired.

Saturday 2 December 2017

December is not a good month

A number of birthday celebrations meant I was pleased to record half pound losses for two consecutive weeks. This week I may not be so lucky.

Yesterday was Husband's birthday. He began the day with breakfast in bed: warm croissants, butter and jam; I had my usual weetabix.

For lunch, after a long walk, Husband had a cheese and beetroot sandwich; I had salad and a few prawns.

Tea time the family came around for birthday cheesecake; I made do with a cup of tea.
delia Smith cheesecake


Then we went to Slice for a meal.

Slice is one of our favourite restaurants. Not that we go there very often as I always leave it too late to book and we can't get in. In fact, we only got in yesterday because of a last minute cancellation.

But I had it all planned: I would refuse any offer of bread, and only have two courses. Husband could have cheesecake for pudding when he got home.

(Have you guessed where this story is leading yet?)

The waitress brought us a basket of warm, mini loaves, one white and one seeded, and a bowl of pale butter. The smell alone was filled with calories so I decided I might as well eat it - but only with a scraping of butter as oppose to my usual lashings.

For starter I had venison carpaccio, cold parsnip puree, parsnip crisps and pickled red cabbage.

For main I had roasted monkfish, curried cauliflower, mussels and something else I can't remember.

Then when we said we didn't want dessert the waitress pointed out that it was included in the set price ...

So I had apple bavarois (a sort of apple custard), apple compote, honey madelines and a very rich and creamy ice cream.

Probably enough syns to keep me going until Christmas.