So, the umph of this new-healthy-me enterprise may be slighly dulled, but the results are here, and it's all adding up. Do you find, when weighing in, there is always that niggle of a doubt that you might not lose any weight at all despite doing everything properly? Well, that was me for the first few weeks of this. "What if it doesn't work?" "Maybe I'm just different and weird!" "Oh all this effort is probably pointless."
Sabotage of the highest category. A little further down the line I am a little wiser, more trusting, and more patient. I have a little geeky spreadsheet on my computer at work, where my weight is input daily. But only my Tuesdays, and the week average are plotted on a colourful graph. The Tuesday dots are jumping around like mad, but the average could not be clearer. It's one smooth line, dropping exactly1kg a week, every week.
I am so relieved.
And it makes sense - 500kcal per day under RDA, plus 3500kcal exercise per week adds up to 7000 kcal deficit, which is 1kg of my very own lard. But logic sometimes just doesn't ring home for me.
It's a bit like jumbo jets. Yes, I know the aerodynamic calculations all work out, but REALLY? Nah, it's never gonna fly. Come on, it weighs tons! No way.
This week might be a little different - a cold last week halved my workout time, and a three-course sailing awards dinner on Saturday saw me pick the healthiest courses and still end up with dauphinoise potatoes and cream sauce alongside my chicken breast - hohum!
So that was well over 1000cal in one sitting, with a lovely cardamon chocolate tart and coconut icecream...
So, if this week's average is 0.5kg down, I will not panic.
[I will not panic.I will not panic.]