(For information about the challenge please see the original post here)
As of this morning week 1 finished with a grand total of 2.3kg lost – exactly half the weight I need to lose for this challenge. The fact that I’ve lost that much already astounds me, I can’t remember ever having lost that much in a week before. While attending weight watcher classes many years ago they preached that usually 1kg is around the norm. The only difference between then and now is that my diet is a lot more strict. But it’s obviously working.
A 2.5% weight drop in a week. Wow.
I don’t expect to have the same result this coming week, that would be insane. Plus, at the risk of sounding like a typical female making excuses, it’s “that” time of the month where my body likes to retain as much water as it possibly can. It happened already, with a gain of 0.6kg between Saturday – Sunday where I was still pretty careful with what I ate. There’s no way that food could have accounted for that gain, and I’d also climbed a mountain that morning. But anyway, meh. I’ve still got 2.5kg baby!
There are 3 moments in this week that stand out to me as the hardest. The first was day 2 of the challenge, where my body was still adjusting to the change in food portion sizes. The time between afternoon tea and dinner was the worst, and thankfully my body has now adjusted that it knows to wait until about 6pm before it starts feeling hungry. Second hardest to me was at a tupperware party on Saturday afternoon, and seeing all the treats on the table yet not being able to eat any. Thankfully I had a supportive friend there who kept reminding me that I’m better than that, and can hold out. I still had one small chocolate pod, one thin slice of camembert on a cracker, and a small portion of a club sandwich. All just so I could have a taste, and remember what I’m missing. When I ate the small chocolate piece, it was like heaven. Sugary, sugary heaven. But one was enough. I used to be a camembert junkie, so having one small piece (and being satisfied) wasnt something I expected.
The last, and possibly the worst out of the entire week, was visiting Mount Tamborine with my family. This was my first time I had been dining out where it wasn’t as simple as a steak and salad. Trying to find something that would be suitable in a cafe was a bit of work, and as it was the sandwich I had (ham & salad on rye bread) still included cheese and butter, of which aren’t a part of my diet’s recommendations for lunch. While I ate it, I watched my family eat blueberry & buttermilk pancakes, a BLT, and a big iced coffee with cream on top. Yum. Then they went and visited a chocolate and ice cream shop, while I bitched on twitter about not being able to eat any of it.
Yet come the weigh in this morning, holding off eating any of it was well worth it. 2.5% baby!
Bring on this next week. With an adjusted stomach for the food portions it will be interesting to see how I go. If I can be strict enough I might be able to crack the 5% mark, and this competition will be over a lot quicker than we had bargained for. Wish me luck!