Weight loss

 


I am pleased to announce that I am I just 1lb away from losing my first stone. Weigh day is not until Sunday, officially, so I might just get there by then. George's mum has been weighing me weekly, and doing my blood pressure for me too. Whilst I am a huge advocate of daily weighing I believe this is truly only important in the maintenance phase. It can be counter productive during the 'hopefully I've lost a pound over night and I'll cry if I haven't' phase. This is because if I have lost a pound overnight, and maybe I had a biscuit the day before, and still lost the lb I'll then think I can eat more biscuits and lose weight but of course it all goes to pot and I eat the packet. OR. I've gained a lb overnight and I cry and I'm fed up and I just want to jack it all in and eat a packet of biscuits. Either way, whether it's a good or bad weigh-in a packet of biscuits will be involved with a bad outcome. So I had the bright idea that if I didn't know my weight, my losses or gains, I'd be safer, so hence George's mum stepped in to weigh me weekly, with my eyes shut. However, my Noom course tells me that I need to weigh myself daily, and I didn't want to argue. Besides the not knowing was killing me! So I'm back to daily weighing myself and so far so good. Not a single packet of biscuit has been devoured (if you thought I was going to say not a single biscuit has been devoured then you're just daft).

Libby the Labrador is still doing fab. This is now the end of week 16 and she's still bouncing. I took her to the vet this week, just for a check up. Vet was happy though Libby wasn't too pleased to be back there. This is such a shame because she's always been ecstatic to see the vet (because she gets treats from them). And this is the first time ever that she's been nervous and upset. I can hardly blame her mind you. Last time we were there they stuck needles into her bottom and made her bleed! She was still a good girl and got 3 treats! The tumour has grown and moved but her poo-ing is magic. Go Libby! 

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