So, I am back swimming. If I thought it wasn’t much of a work out, my few weeks away have proven me wrong.
I hurt all over.
This is nonsense, especially if you saw the small slow crawl I achieved today.
And in an effort to keep reaching for that rainbow, yesterday I had no sugar, and hopefully today will see me back on track again. The scales are very cruel at the moment. The worst thing is to hope that it would get better. I need to do the right thing!
New starters reading here; Our heroine had successfully lost over 60 lbs, but has slowly gained back a stone. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it, you lucky starlight shiny people.
Now read on…
Thursday 12th June: Well, we’ve left the 70s behind us and we’re at number 69. You know what that means!
A pointless Bill and Ted Reference Gif, that’s what!
Day 69 sees our heroine making her way to the pool, as usual, and not eating sugar, as usual. But yesterday I got told that I look as if I have lost a lot of weight, so I am taking that and running with it. And then putting it down, panting a lot, and sitting down for a rest.
Laters!
New readers start here; Our heroine had successfully lost over 60 lbs, but has slowly gained back a stone. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it, you lucky people.
Now read on…
I know I am imagining it, but my clothes feel looser. Probably not due to removing sugar, but just not eating as much junk as I usually do.
This morning, again, another swim. I stick to the Medium lanes, and feel like a pleb. Still, I get it done.
And I meet a friend for coffee, in the Arts Cafe here in UCD, where I get to pass this…
And I don’t have any of it. Go me, I have accomplished something today.
New readers start here; Our heroine had successfully lost over 60 lbs, but has slowly gained back a stone. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days. And that you all should hear about it, you lucky people. Now read on…
There is a real need that sugar serves. It can become such a comfort before you even know it. I find myself mentally leaning on it without my even realising it. Yesterday we took the little man to the beach and then on to his grandparents, a long day that ended long after ten pm. Today he woke me at 6am and my brain refused to go back to sleep. He dropped off for a nap at about 10.30 am, but I am strung out and stretched thin with tiredness. I find myself constantly telling myself that never mind, I now deserve buns/chocolate/comfort food. It seems for me, sugar is a substitute for developing some bloody character. It means that without my crutch, I can feel my self esteem drop; my usual method of showing myself approval is gone from me, so what good am I?
Exhausted, flabby, no make, *perfect* time for a photo…
The biggest hurdle in all of this is, as always, learning to live this way…