Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Let's start straight away by not beating about the bush:
I've had a bad couple of days. Not bad as in unhappy or painful, but bad diet and exercise-wise. I've been persistently overeating, thanks mainly due to a gigantic and completely overwhelming sugar craving. On top of that I've been exercising half-heartedly, or in the case of yesterday, not at all (fortunately I'd spent all day running around town yesterday anyway, whereas I would have normally taken the car, so it's a bit of progress - baby steps!).
My weight hasn't budged for the best part of a week and though I know I should consider myself lucky I haven't gained any weight considering how I've been doing, I'm still majorly annoyed. I'm now doing WORSE than the target set by SparkPeople, which is already very low (read: achievable).
Today I've picked myself up a little to clean up what I've done so far. I'm trying to control my sugar cravings with fruit and the odd cup of fruit juice and so far it's getting better already. I have to admit I'm still really struggling to stay within my calorie range. I'm always either way above it or way too low and if the latter is the truth I don't particularly feel like stuffing my face mindlessly, just because my tracker tells me I should. All I want at the moment is to get off the rollercoaster and onto the cute romantic swan shaped paddle boats when it comes to my calorie intake.
Here's something my fiance told me today: Since I last saw him he's dropped 21 pounds. That was almost two months ago before this whole surgery circus started and I have to say my jaw dropped. Here's me just trying to get into a healthy BMI range by the time I get back, but I'm struggling. I'd have to lose 4kg in a week and a half. Possible, but improbable without doing something disastrous to my health. Talk about competition, though - the race is definitely on!