I'm down to 11st 10, so that's 4lb off in 11 days. Not too shabby. I've been doing mostly low-ish carb, some days I have a carby breakfast if I fancy it (something like porridge or poached eggs on pumpernickel toast). I don't generally eat much by way of UPFs, IDK if the heavy dark pumpernickel type bread counts as UPF but it's pretty healthy as bread goes, I don't eat it very often. I don't really eat much wheat, it triggers my IBS. In the evening I generally stick to low carb - since I got a smart watch I realised how much carbs affect my heart rate. Sometimes I get actual palpitations if I eat something sugary, or even just pasta or normal bread and then just sit about afterwards. My heart rate is high for hours after. Same at night, too - my sleep is really crap if I have a carby evening meal, & it doesn't settle until at least 2-3am.
I've been listening to Why We Eat (Too Much) by Andrew Jenkinson, & Metabolical by Robert Lustig. Both very motivating to help me stop eating too much crap. Am focusing not only the carb content of foods, but the omega 3:6 ratio, avoiding UPFs wherever possible, and doing some fasting where I can (short fasts only - I'm a wimp.) TBH I mostly trained myself not to want to eat so much rubbish any more, as so much UPF food is a migraine trigger or I've gone off it since I had covid. (Crisps & bar chocolate - two of my biggest addictions - both now taste quite unpleasant to me. Like they've gone rancid. Unfortunately so do most nuts and anything with processed oils in unless they are extremely freshly produced. Annoying.)
NSV - the trousers I've been wearing for the last several months, are now getting noticeably too large. Unfortunately, the ones I have that are the next size down, are a bit too small, with an unfortunate muffin top effect. Think I just need to stick with the current ones for now, and a belt, to stop any embarrassing moments in public. I keep having to hitch them up in a most undignified fashion. When DD was little she used to cling to my legs, and in the process once managed to pull my trousers right down just before I left the house, because I was too skint to buy a smaller pair. Must wear belt...
I'd like to get below 10st. If I can get below 9st I would be fucking ecstatic, but I rather think that's shooting for the moon at this point. I was 8st something 13 years ago (when I got pregnant with DD). Strongly suspect I'm perimenopausal at the very least. Hair mad, skin like a lizard, periods increasingly erratic, waistline wasted. Sleep virtually absent. Ditto memory. Sigh.