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30 October 2010

51 and a half pounds. Gone. For ever. This time I mean it!

I am in uncharted territory, for me. I've never lost this amount of weight before, let alone stuck to healthier habits for so long. I mean, 25 weeks of sticking to it like glue - that's very nearly six months! I probably have around another year to go, maybe a bit more. I have no real clue, but I am still enjoying the journey.

Okay, confession time. I tend to weigh myself later in the day on a Saturday. I get up, take my tablets (Ramipril, Sertraline, and half a diuretic) then go back to bed. I don't eat or drink anything. Well, a swallow of water with the tablets. The way I see it, ordinarily I am not eating my dinner until 10.30 pm on a Friday. That's a good four to five hours later than normal. So, if I weigh myself at 7 or 8 am, I still have semi-digested dinner hanging around.

That's why I don't hop on the scales until around 1 pm on a Saturday. I jumped on at 8 am when I first woke up and was 17 stone 6.5. Well, I knew from Weds and Thurs SPs that I was 17 st 5 in the afternoon if I hadn't eaten or drunk, thanks to oversleeping, so I decided to go back to sleep.

This afternoon? 17 stone 4.5 pounds. I was bloated first thing, so am guessing the salt in the tortilla chips I ate for dinner last night (I'm not perfect, you know!) made me retain water. The diuretic took care of that for me.

Is it cheating? I don't know; if I weigh myself at the same time every week, then surely not?