Chickafinty ~ A Life in the Laundry

What gives??

Can you see my halo?  You should be able to see it shining away, cos I have been a good girl and have been cycling away on the exercise bike, almost every day since we bought it, and have travelled a theoretical 79 kilometres (49 miles) in 5 days.  That's an average of 15 or so kilometres a day.  At the moment I am doing 20k a day, in two 10k lots, on a non-work day and about 8 a day on Monday and Tuesday.

Thing is, despite all this extra exercise nothing is happening on the scales - apart from gaining weight according to them - but my waist is reappearing.  I actually weigh more right now than I have for ages, but my jeans are not tight which they should be if the scales are right.

It maketh no sense.  It's good about the waist and the jeans, but the weight gain makes no sense.

DAY THREE

Going ok this time.  Weathered the headache yesterday; definitely have the malaise today but it is tolerable.  By tomorrow I should be fine.  Meals have been fantastic...the pork last night is definitely being added to my repetoire of recipes for the maintenance programme.  Of course on the maintenance programme it will be served on a (small) bed of rice, but hey, even without the rice it was magnificent.

DAY ONE

Last night I did something which may prove to be a serious mistake.

I donned the gorgeous, sexy, slinky nightgown that Mr Bear gave me for Mothers' Day...and a less motherly garment you are not likely to find...and then asked him to photograph me in it so I could chart my progress through this shake minefield.  And to provide a visual conscience prod if I get tempted to sway from the eating plan.  NOTE:  the d word is hitherforto banned from conversation.

Oh.  My.  Goodness.

I don't think I will ever eat again.

Ever.

I do not allow my photo to be taken excpet under exceptional circumstances and it would seem from looking at last night's photos that there might be a very good reason for that.

Remember that gorgeous, sexy, slinky nightgown??  Well, it might be all of those things, but not on me and not now.  I just look fat and silly.  I feel right now worse than I have ever felt in my entire life and if I could go about in a huge hessian sack with holes cut in it for eyes, then I probably would right now.

Edited to add:

There is nothing standing between me and 60 kilograms except me.  That's the bit that frightens me so much.  I have tried this so many, many, many times before and failed EVERY SINGLE TIME that I am petrified of failing again.  But having looked at those photos last night, I can't afford to fail.

Have just had the breakfast shake, with two teaspoons of the fibre stuff thrown in for good measure.  Not so bad.  13 more of them and I will have finished the first week.  Just as a side note, Ian has been doing this already.  I'm lagging behind by two days due to the flu.  He's already dropped 2 kilos/4 pounds.  That's huge.