Not Moving

Scales seem permanently stuck on 80kgs.  Receving a phone message from ex-boyfriend reminded me that I had hoped to be svelter and looking absolutely stunning when we next meet up (likely to be February).  So gotta keep focussed even though it’s bloody depressing.   Portion control is what is needed and I just can’t seem to do it.  Damn I love my food.

Giving it Up

OK – so the scales still don’t appear to be shifting at all. My latest idea was to give up alcohol, sugar, dairy and wheat – for a couple of weeks at least. (I got a bit sidetracked reading about the anti-Candida diet and thought this might be a slightly easier version of it.)

Like all such resolutions it lasted about 10mins. I womanfully stuck to water only on Thursday night, but couldn’t resist a glass of white wine after being all arty and seeing the Holbein exhibition at the Tate on Friday night. One glass turned into a few. And then on Saturday it was a dinner party and housewarming so would have been rude to have refused right? Five glasses were perhaps not necessary though. Neither was the bread used to mop up the pasta sauce nor the cheese we had instead of pudding – nobody would have noticed if I hadn’t had any.

But I would know. And I need to enjoy my food. And enjoy it in company with others. I do need to cut down on the quantity of wine I drink though – I just don’t seem to be able to stop after a certain while – all or nothing that’s me.

So the new ruling is no alcohol mid-week, only Friday and Sat. And no bread, dairy or sugar at home and try and avoid it when out, but don’t get too stressed by it.

Methinks it’s really portion sizes I need to work on – but this might help a wee bit for now.