So, it is exactly 2 calendar months since I started on this journey of weight loss. In that time I have skipped exactly 14 days of exercise. That sounds quite a lot, but I was actually away visiting people for 5 of those. The others, I will freely admit, I was too tired or too busy to work the exercise into my schedule. But, that means I have missed 14 out of 60 days of training. Which, admittedly, is quite a lot now that I come to look at it.
I have cheated on my diet for exactly 8 meals (which includes my time away visiting, which accounts for 6 of those). I don’t include the fact that I still go out for a drink once a week or once a fortnight.
All in all, I seem to have struck a successful balance.
As I write this I have now lost exactly 18 kilos in 60 days. If that seems a lot, it is. That said, I have done it the right way and I plan to keep doing it. I said that I needed to lose 35 kilos to get down to a bizarrely low weight that I can’t imagine getting to. I have set myself a target of 22 kilos to lose. #1 that seems a little more realistic and #2 gets me down to the same weight I remember being at my fittest (around age 18). If I am not happy with how I look, then I will keep going for a bit longer. Who knows, maybe I will end up losing the full 35 kilos….I doubt it, but who knows.
I had a job interview today and put my suit on (as you do). Without the belt, my trousers literally fell off. With the belt, I had to bunch them up a ridiculous amount. It’s a great feeling. Except when I caught a glimpse of myself in a window and noticed that I looked like a kid wearing his Dads suit..I ended up apologising for looking ridiculous to the people interviewing me. I think it went well though :D
I have dropped 2 jeans sizes and have officially run out of clothes that “used to fit me” and am now moving into the territory of having to replace everything. My, formerly, perfect fit T-Shirts (most of which I absolutely love btw) now look like tents and that means I have found the downside to this experience.
Damn, I love those T-Shirts.
Tonight, I will have a small drinkypoo to celebrate getting under 110 kilos (109.3 to be precise) and possibly treat myself to something very bad for me…to be honest, I may have to introduce that as a standard thing…between yesterday and today, I dropped over a kilo…and that’s not healthy, despite how happy it makes me. At this rate I should reach my target in a week or so.