Sad news to report.
I hopped on the scales this morning, and despite having proudly reported my inch loss yesterday, the weight is the same. How can that be? It's a bit irritating, because although I promised myself not to expect to continue losing at the earlier rate I found myself pouting at the scales.
However, not one to be deterred by a wee setback, I ploughed on with the most unappetising breakfast yet.
2 boiled eggs and a cup of black Earl Grey tea with lemon. Sweet Lord how dull was that? Every mouthful had me pulling faces, but I kept picturing those stubborn little numbers on the bathroom scales and imagined their ugly, smirking faces laughing at me, taunting me, luring me away from the eggs to a croissant. But no! I stayed strong and ate the boring little critters. And surprisingly, I didn't think about food again until I got back from a meeting at 2.30pm, at which time I ate a HUGE plate of sashimi with ginger and edamame beans and some kind of vegetable/salad which I had never seen before in my life. And that was delicious.
Are you proud of me again now?
Btw, haven't posted a pic of today's meals as far too boring for me to look at them (bad enough eating them first time round), but perhaps tomorrow I will be inspired to be more creative.
Ideas on a postcard please... and anyone suggesting pancakes will be struck off my Christmas card list.
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