After spending the last four days in bed with the most horrific cough of my life and a throbbing sinus infection (my bad I thought I had the flu so didn't bother to go to the doctor, whoops...), I decided to weigh myself this morning. After living on a diet of one serving of scrambled eggs per day (shut up, it's my comfort food) I think we can safely say that my weight loss has recommenced. If it wasn't bad enough that I cheated by weighing myself after being bedridden for four days (and where I still am now and may very well be tomorrow if I don't rediscover the ability to breathe) I also worked out that if I shifted my body weight just slightly (both feet still on the scales though) I could knock another half kilo off the scales.
At first I was quite moral about the whole thing and wasn't going to claim my new weight loss, safe in the knowledge that as soon as my appetite returns so too will my "lost" weight, but now I think I'm going to be self-righteous and say that I earnt it. Do you have any idea how hard it is to go four days without eating?? Granted I had some assistance in the way of the Codral making me seriously nauseous, but still weight loss is weight loss and given that it's my body, it's my doing, so therefore I own it. If you had any idea how crap I feel right now you would let me take that extra half a kilo.
(Excuse me while I blow my nose and cough up a lung...)
Right, down to business. My new weight, after weeks and weeks of plateaus is: 69.5kg!!! Ok, I'll be honest, it was 70.0kg before I shifted. Either way it is a new low and I'm taking it! Now, just to put a lock on the pantry and a chain on the fridge so that as soon as I can move again I don't decide to just inhale the enitre contents of our kitchen.
I'll let you know how that one turns out. Right now I'm going back to bed.
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