8: All Good
OK. So, after throwing my toys out of the pram a couple of days ago we’re all good. Turns out I weighed myself at the worst time of day – late evening, about 20 minutes after dinner. Doing some research it looks like the best, most consistent time of day to check your weight is in the morning before breakfast.
Weighed myself this morning – 187.2lb, so I’ve actually lost 2.4lb in total since this all started. Feeling better, calmed down.
Raises several questions though on how on earth a person can manage and monitor their weight. For instance, after my major panic I weighed myself on Sunday morning and I was 185.4lb, even less than today. Now I’m 187.2. Crazy. If the body doesn’t help itself that makes things much harder.
Maybe I could weigh myself every day and take an average? My niece T mentioned fluctuations, maybe this is what she was referring to. I’ll give this idea a try and see how I get on.
Good news is the weight is going down so I assume the cholesterol and liver score will be coming down a little bit as well. Who can tell? Knowing how oddly my body seems to work, I could get to the end of this having lost loads of weight and walked all the way to Scotland on my treadmill, but have a cholesterol of 50 or something!
I am giving myself a pat on the back though, as despite the panic and feeling very squashed and stuff, I didn’t go and buy packs of butter, sausage rolls, croissants or brioche as would be my normal behaviour. I didn’t give up. This might sound a bit daft but it’s huge for me. Again, I know how I think and I take any teeny-tiny excuse I can to eat something bad. Might be after a bad day or even a really good day, with either comfort or celebration depending on which way the day went.
I can always find justification.
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