First the good. And there's two lots of that.
Having been most disheartened by the lack of progress during my last post on Friday, I had an extraordinarily busy day, a very healthy lunch and a bowl of daughter's home made chilli for supper. With no rice, with no garlic bread, with no cheese - my my I'm a new woman.
Anyway, I had a body pump class on Saturday so I hopped on the scales full of optimism and found to my delight that I had dropped another 2lbs - giving an overall of 6lbs loss in one week! Yeeeeeehar! I therefore went to the gym with a grin on my face feeling all "oh yeah" and worked so hard that I can barely move my pathetic little arms today. But hey, it felt good at the time!
The second bit of good news it that I lost more inches! The new measurements are (drum roll please)
39-28.5 - 39.5
Yay!!!!! My boobs might fit into a bra again! My bum might not spill out of the top of my pants! My jeans may not need a strong hanger and a whole lot of man power to do them up! There is hope!!!!!
Have also lost two cm off each leg (sorry to switch imperial and metric but I used different measuring tapes). Not sure whether that's good or bad, as I always thought my legs were a bit spindly, but a wise owl told me recently that "there is no prejudice when it comes to fat" - I guess that means the Lord giveth and he taketh away. I will tell you more about this diet guru in due course - what an inspirational woman!
So, clearly, whatever my hatred for Mr Ferriss I guess he kind of knows what he is talking about.
But now for the bad. Or the weird - you decide.
I have not ahd time to update over the weekend, so I will give you brief synopsis only.
Naughty naughty Ellesbelles did not have breakfast on Saturday. Simply didn't have time and yes, I know it's the naughtiest sin there is, but frankly, getting up and eating that early would turn my stomach anyway, but when I am about to go and get my nether regions waxed there would have been serious risk of me throwing up over my dear lady beautician. Then, from the torture that is hot wax, straight to gym, from there straight to.... THE PIZZA PARLOUR!!!! Now, before you judge me, let me tell you this. I am not a great fan of pizza anyway, but I would sell my soul to the devil for a good bowl of pasta, and when starving and having been deprived of this heavenly treat for over a week I trust you will be suitably impressed that I chose instead to eat a chicken and pancetta salad. Hell yeah... I'm a reformed character, I tells ya. Not even a sniff of dessert. I'm a new me and no mistake.
However Mrs Smug had worn off by the time I got to MB's house and although we had a gorgeous meal of lemon sole with scallops served with salad and samphire, all I wanted by then was a kebab. Or a paella. Or a lasagne. Or a bar of chocolate. Now I will tell you a secret. MB has a sweetie cupboard for his little girl and I will confess I walked over to it - I picked up the Percy Pigs and I gave 'em a good ol' sniff. At one point I even considered licking one. But I didn't and I got through it as tomorrow was cheat day so I figured I'd earn myself a whole bag if i wanted.
But it didnt happen. Why? I had plans for cheat day. Big plans - for waffles, maple syrup, pancakes, bucks fizz... however upon waking I instead a fancied a bowl of unsweetened cereal (and yes, diet guru lady, I did a damage control swig of grapefruit juice)! Oh well, I thought, I'll work into it. So I followed a littel later with a bagel with jam. Sugar rush? No, nothing. I felt nothing.
Lunchtime was then a picnic lunch with MB's family - I ate a small amount of bread and a few pastry based snacks, which I must say I thoroughly enoyed, and a slice of cake. However, by the time evening came and I had made a BBQ I was sick as a dog. As sick as a dog who has been eating sugar and carbs all day. On a fairground ride. And who has just seen his little doggy girlfriend kissing another dog. Couldn't have been sicker. Stomach cramps, gassy, bloated, uncomfortable - yuk yuk yuk.
So it was early bed for me, then back on the old 4 hour body today. How very disappointing for my first cheat day.
And they say you always remember your first...
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