I know that it sounds mad, but I’m feeling better and might I add a little slimmer. It could be the lack of alcohol is making me delirious. I also have an overwhelming desire to go for a walk on the beach before work. It’s got to be the booze deprivation!
I have no intention of drinking at the moment, but I do know that in time I will enjoy the odd glass of wine with a meal.
Breakfast: 2 bacon, 1 sausage, 1 egg.
Lunch: Cheese salad.
Supper / evening meal: Steak salad.
I love cheese and could eat it every day without any problems. I will take it easy though, because I do know that it’s not good to eat too much.
Need to go to the loo for ‘my numbers,’ haven’t been since the family left, must be the change of diet. I’ll monitor it and see how I go on. The thing is that although I haven’t been yet, I don’t feel bloated, (well, no more than usual and when I think about it, a little less than usual). So things must be going in the right direction?
Still suffering from empty nest syndrome, but I have to say not as much as Andy. Usually when all the children and grandchildren leave, he heaves a sigh of relief and says ‘let’s get this lot cleaned up and things back to normal.’
I, on the other hand feel like I have been kicked in the tummy, and walk around like a bear with a sore head. I go into every room and check to see what has been left behind (there is always something), and cry like a baby. This time Andy has had all on keeping it together. Poor thing, I know just how he’s feeling, we both go up to the local pub for supper after work and hardly utter a word to each other.
Breakfast: Bacon and eggs.
Lunch: Scrambled eggs and smoked salmon.
This used to be one of my favourite meals, only I would have had it on a thickly buttered toasted bagel. I’ll be honest, when I looked at the eggs and salmon without the bagel I wasn’t impressed. But I tucked into the meal and really enjoyed it, plus I felt satisfied and not bloated when I’d finished.
I don’t know about you, but once I’ve walked away from the table it’s only a matter of moments before I’ve forgotten all about the meal I’ve just devoured. Before I started on my new eating plan, not only had I forgotten the meal that I had just eaten, but before I’d left the table I would be fantasizing about my next meal. That, I’m glad to say, no longer seems to happen; unless I’m planning a dinner party or a special meal for Andy.
Supper out: Chicken and bacon salad with extra coleslaw. Drinks: Green tea.
I have gone down a whole dress size, not that I have worn a dress in the past ten years. My work pants fit me without being quite as tight and so do my work tops. I’ve been going through my wardrobe trying on old clothes that have been in there for years because I’d out grown them. Tried some size twenty trousers on, didn’t fit, too small but, not as small as they were last time that I tried them on.
After work tonight I’m going up town to get some makeup, listen to me!
Breakfast: Bacon and eggs.
Lunch: Cheese salad.
Supper: Fish curry.
Trip to Boots chemist yesterday, very successful. Andy bought me some Number 7 day cream with illuminator £24.00, yes I know that is expensive and that I could get some moisturizer much cheaper, but this is the best one for my skin. Also bought some Garnier, BB cream (medium foundation) £9.99. Will purchase BB cream from Savers next time, £3.00 cheaper! Andy said that I could have all the makeup/skincare that I wanted if it helped to keep me on the straight and narrow ‘as it were.’ So I bought cleanser, toner, cotton wool, and new mascara. The look on Andy’s face was a picture; it’s been years since I bought makeup and never so much in one go. (Poor Andy, I rather think that he was regretting his words).
Breakfast: Bacon and eggs. (Thought that it would be easy to eat bacon and eggs every morning, I was wrong!)
Lunch: meat balls in spicy tomato sauce.
Supper: Gammon, Egg and pineapple.
I have to say that I’ve turned a corner with the green tea; I don’t feel as if I’m being punished anymore. It can still make me feel a little queasy if I let it go too cold and then take a large gulp, something that I do all the time with coffee. I don’t mind drinking coffee warm rather than hot, Green tea, on the other hand has to be drunk hot, or not at all.
Going to our daughter Jennie’s after work tonight, we haven’t seen her since all the family were altogether here in February. I feel sure that she’ll be able to notice I’ve lost one stone. Mile stone, pardon the pun. Customers in the cafe are still saying how well I look, but don’t seem to notice that it’s because of ‘THE ONE STONE!’ that I’ve lost. Started getting up a little earlier on a morning so that I can put some makeup on, (shocking).
Breakfast: Feta Cheese, black olives and fresh tomatoes. ‘YUMMY.’ Yes you read that right, I said “Yummy.” Anything is yummy I suppose after a month of bacon and eggs for breakfast.
Lunch: Cold meat salad with hardboiled egg.
Supper at Jennie’s. Takeout fish curry. No rice, Nan bread, or chapattis. A first for me because I love all of the above, but it was fine and more importantly I was full after it. It just goes to show that I didn’t need them after all!
The revelation that I could eat bacon and eggs every morning and lose weight was mind blowing.
I know that my meals seemed dull and a little on the ‘same old same old,’ but believe me, the weight fell off and this was only for four weeks. After that I could really start to enjoy experimenting with food and recipes. For the first month or so, I didn’t eat vegetables as such, but I did eat a lot of salads, tomatoes, olives and lettuce leaves. You, dear reader, may think, ‘well that wouldn’t work for me.’ All I can say is that I’m living proof that it has worked for me. Look at the before and after pictures and judge the changes for yourself.
During the first four weeks I kept my alcohol intake to a minimum, the same with chocolate and coffee. I would wake up on a morning exhilarated and full of energy. I ran my hands over my body as I lay in bed and I could feel the changes almost every day. So going without wine and chocolate was not a problem because I was buzzing.
Decided that a nice soak in the bath would be good for me. I haven’t been in the bath for years, it’s always been a quick in and out of the shower. So with newly purchased bubble bath in hand, I ran a nice hot bath and poured in a liberal amount from the bottle. The whole bath was transformed into what looked like a heavenly cloud. Getting in the bath had its own problems, but getting out was a whole other story, and I might add, a little scary. I couldn’t just stand up, because my legs wouldn’t lift my weight. I thought, ‘I can’t shout Andy for help, I’d be too ashamed.’ It took three attempts for me to roll onto my tummy, and from there to get onto my knees; very painful, but from that position with my hands on either side of the bath; I managed to heave myself up. Not without waves of soapy water splashing out of the bath and onto the floor, I might add. By the time that I had cleaned all of the water and bubbles off the floor, I was so hot, that I could have done with another bath!
I’m not going to let this experience put me off and I have decided that bath time is going to be a weekly event, flooded bathroom or no flooded bathroom!
I found myself in a reflective mood this evening, and my mind wondered back to the deep depths of winter. Andy and I were walking very carefully along the ice covered pavement on our way to church. Holding tightly onto each other for support, Andy had just commented on how dangerous the pavements were. He was telling me to be careful were I put my feet and to look out for black ice, when the inevitable happened. My left leg shot up into the air, closely followed by my right one. I bounced on the pavement (very reminiscent of Barnes Wallis’ bouncing bomb), but because I was holding onto Andy so tightly I dragged him down with me. He managed to jump to his feet, and straddling my large body, he tried to pull me to my feet. My weight and the icy pavement put him in a very vulnerable position. He pulled on my outstretched arms, but the effort made his feet slip from under him and he ended up on top of me. A passing taxi driver must have thought that we were fornicating on the pavement and started piping his horn and shouting abuse at us. Andy once again jumped up and tried to pull me to my feet, but to no avail. Red faced and sore bottomed, I managed to get onto all fours and crawl to a nearby litter bin and drag myself up onto my feet. We laughed about it at the time, but I can feel myself going red again now as my mind replays the incident.
THIS HEALTHY LIFESTYLE HAS GOT TO WORK! IF ONLY SO I CAN GET INTO A STANDING POSITION FROM THE GROUND WITHOUT MAKING A COMPLETE ASS OF MYSELF!
Tip of the week: Pamper yourself a least once a week.