Tick! 30 mins of rowing this morning, and a brisk walk after lunch.
Never mind jeans, all my knickers are falling off because they stretched to fit fat me and now I’ve shrunk…. Also, my ‘slimming’ slips for under dresses are now too loose to do their job!
Captainlynne, been reading back through your posts and you are a true inspiration, what an achievement, and living proof that true transformation is possible with determination.
Low fat/low carb discussions in UK newspapers this weekend are interesting. All I know is, every single friend of mine who has pushed a lettuce leaf round her plate at every meal, eaten obsessively low fat, run for miles every day and been genuinely frightened of putting on an ounce now has osteoporosis. Every single one of them, to a greater or lesser degree, in their early 50s. Also, a doctor friend of mine says that agonising over BMI is nonsense, because it’s basically a very vague guideline only, and he knows very fit men and women who are two STONES over their supposed ideal, and still in a healthy range as far as he is concerned. The word he used, friends, was b*llocks! It’s about build, age, fitness, so many other things, so no point getting fanatically hung up on a number, a guide only. You will know when you feel right and he was at great pains to tell me it is just as dangerous to health to be too skinny as to be too fat.
No excuse to be almost 15st like I was, however, but hey presto, 10 weeks of eating right and 2st plus has melted away.
Happy to report that my weight number, as of this morning, starts with a 12. Happy, happy, happy.
MK x