I was at mum's earlier, so just quickly shared my weight loss, even though I wanted to write more.
I had said I wanted to get to a BMI of below 43 yesterday, and to below 140kg by the end of next week. I hadn't expected that to happen today. I didn't believe the scales when I saw them today. I weighed myself twice, and I'd already had a coffee that morning, both read 140.0kg, and then I weighed myself after lunch, it had gone up to, I think 140.3 or 140.4, so 140 seemed about right.
I'm over the moon with that. A nice boost and a nice surprise!
It's quite scary, though, that I've lost 8kg just, basically, by cutting out the snacks and high calorie foods pretty much every evening. (I'm a bit disappointed that I don't know where that money I would have spent has now gone, probably the couple of days I had away a few weeks ago - hopefully next month I'll notice it!). I haven't really done any exercise, as I would have been doing things like the gardening anyway. I knew that what I was eating was unhealthy and was full of calories, but I don't think I realised quite how many calories there were in those foods, and that is quite a scary thought.
When I went to the shop on the way home yesterday, which is something I haven't done very often over the last few weeks, I think for a few minutes, I initially slipped back in to my old thoughts. I picked up something out of the hot section, and the thought about grabbing a sandwich or a baguette, too. (I think, as my mum always says when a plate is overfilled, I have eyes bigger than my belly - though unfortunately, I think my belly was catching up). I decided against the sandwich/baguette too, picked up some bottled water, and then wondered over to the cakes. I realised that that would be a bad idea, returned to the fruits and picked up a punnet of blueberries. I did decide to get some pancakes, too, as I used to eat them fairly regularly. They tasted quite bland, though, so I don't think I'll be rushing to get them again.
I was sitting at my desk between patients fiddling with my tunic. Whilst it's not loose (yet), it's definitely a lot more roomy now than it was even a couple of weeks ago, and is probably a comfortable fit now. It's a size 22. I need some new work trousers, too, as the inner thighs are going on them, but I think I'll wait until I've lost a size or two. I don't want to get my current size as the seat of trousers is always too big and just sort of sags unflatteringly, so if I get them now, and they're too big there no, they'll look terrible in a month or two! I hate buying trousers for this reasons. I can't yet see where I have lost the weight from, at the moment, so I'm hoping that it's happening sort of equally all over. I got rid of a load of old bras yesterday that I'd had for years - I think some of them must have been from when I was a teenager - I kept some of the newer(ish), nicer ones, though, in the hope that soon, I will be able to get in to them again.
I think, as 131kg is my first big goal, when I get there, I will take myself out shopping. I love shopping, and know what size to get usually in most shops, but I'm actually already feeling a little nervous about it. I don't usually try clothes on in the shop, with the animals, it's more a case of going somewhere cheap as no doubt they'll soon end up with claws going through them, so if the odd t-shirt doesn't fit, it's probably only cost me £8-10 at the most so doesn't really matter. I think, when I go out for this shopping trip, though, I may have to try things on.
(Sorry about the babbling!)
You could do some light exercising as well. Like when the kettle is boiling,while washing up. And time any place really.
