Hello Everyone. Just back from four days away walking and great to read everyone's updates. I was nodding along to the conversation about ideal versus realistic weights. I am tall ish and hour glassy and do look better with some padding. Also my face can look drawn and old if I lose too much. I'm really not vain, but that is a factor for me.
I have a stone and a half to go to healthy b m I, and was hoping to go further , but that may be unrealistic as well as undesirable- sustainability wise and gaunt-wise. We will see.
So, to the food( sorry if this seems a bit self-involved - hoping it might help others.)
As predicted at breakfast ( which I don't normally have) I ate the toast ( one slice not a whole loaf!) and a tiny amount of home made preserves, along with a very good full English, no lunches to speak of, too full.
First night I ate out and had steak and a tiny portion veg and salad. So ok. Next night I really didn't want to eat out - I have lost my enjoyment of it to be honest. I don't feel relaxed at all being around other people, and,having done so much home cooking during the pandemic , I reckon it has to be really special to warrant the effort, and the cost, and the potential for the disappointment of being faced with insufficient palatable and healthy choices.
Pickings for picnics were slim in the tiny local shop, so that night I gnawed on some cold roast chicken daubed in dextrose and no doubt full of other stuff. And a bag of salad.
Last night I couldn't face more poulet à la dextrose, so went back to the restaurant and ate a pizza. It really wasn't worth it. Thén I ordered a pudding ( the to hell with it factor had kicked in now) which wasn't what I anticipated at all - a monstrous thing about a foot high served in an American sundae glass. So, dear readers, I left it untouched ! That is real progress for me. Thé do not waste food/ eat it all up messages are very ingrained from childhood.
Today, back home, I feel bloated and uncomfortable and absolutely craving fresh veg, so just finished a large plateful of that with my lamb chop.
I also felt a little bit mad when I got back. Needlessly stressing myself about a couple of things, before rushing round like a loon unpacking my bags. Probably holiday end blues and the result of a long drive, but, could have been what I had ingested also.
I weigh in on Saturday. It's only week 2 on this plan, and I anticipate a gain.
Next time, despite how lovely the place was, I will definitely go for self catering accommodation.I much prefer it anyway, it's easier with my dog, ( the set up there made it rather stressful with her- something I hadn't envisaged);and it's so much more flexible on the food front .
Having said all that, it was a great break, and got some wonderful walking in, and lovely memories with a very happy hound. The food was only one element!