Weight Loss Wednesday....#2

Happy Wednesday! I'm finding it hard to comprehend that a week has passed since my first post for #WeightLossWednesday! I'm joining in with Nat and Bel over at Twice The Mum again this week. 

I promised myself when doing these posts I wouldn't just trot out a string of excuses, but I do think I should point out that I was away in London all weekend and didn't "diet". I refuse to nibble in a lettuce leaf whilst enjoying a little break, it's not normal. That said I have been eating well the rest of the time and here are the results of this week's weigh in:

Start weight: 10st 8lb

Current Weight: 10st 7lb

Lose, Gain or Stay the Same: Loss (-1lb)

Total Loss: 1lb

I don't think I mentioned last week, but I would like to (eventually) reach a goal weight of 9st 7lbs. Though right now, a round 10st would make me very happy!

Today I feel like I've wasted a lot of calories on eating "snacky" food at work. It's all been good healthy stuff, but it does add up! I've eaten plenty of fruit and veg today, but the breakdown of my intake (via MyFitnessPal) suggests quite a lot of that was carb based. This is something I'd like to work on.

It also seems that I need to up my fat and protein intake a little too. 

So here's to what I hope will be a good week. Fingers crossed for a little more progress next week!! 

Weight Loss Wednesday....#1

On Friday 28th March 2014 something wonderful happened. Something that has been burnt into my memory. Something I refer my mind back to when things get a little, erm, testing.

The day before, on the Thursday I had a nasty tummy bug and had been sick as a dog. Ugh, as a dog. This was not the wonderful thing. I'm not that peculiar! No, the wonderful thing was that on the Friday morning, in my fuzzy sick person's stupor I stood on my bathroom scales. I can remember it clearly, the light wasn't on when I looked down and initially I thought I'd gone batty. That maybe my poorly-ness was confusing my senses, but no, I turned on the light, checked again and the scales definitely and categorically said 9st 13 lbs. Those treacherous wonderful scales, that I love and loathe in almost equal measure. 

Just to give you some background I'd started my "big diet" back in August 2013 after those scale-y bastards had pronounced that I'd eaten my way up to a whopping 12 stone 3 lbs. the heaviest I've ever been. 

I'd worked hard, used My Fitness Pal and Map My Walk to track my diet and exercise and eventually I'd managed to get myself down to a weight that I considered to be much more acceptable.

9 stone 13 lbs. There's a 9 in that. Only *just* a single figure, but nevertheless the smallest I'd been since my twenties. Even though I was ill I was pretty flippin smug about that!! 

Now my rational mind knew that I'd achieved this dizzying height by throwing up solidly for a number of hours. Bummer. Still, once I'd stopped being ill I managed to hover around 10 st 1lb for a little while. Then we had Easter and take away. And quite a lot of birthday cake. And the tiniest smidge of booze....

I knew I'd put on weight. I could tell. Weight always goes to my tummy first and I could *feel* it. Wobbling around me. Today I decided that I had to do something about it, so I took my little piggy butt down to Boots and got myself weighed. On the big scales. On the "Tell No Lies" scales. 

The news wasn't good. Since my best ever weigh in I've gained 9 pounds. Ugh. So not good. 

The readout also gives me my BMI and my bodyfat percentage. Not terribly useful in the grand scheme of things, but important to monitor I think. 

So today in back on it. And to enforce my commitment I'm joining in with #WeightLossWednesday over at Twice The Mum. 

Today I've had a good strict day food-wise and I've accrued an extra 199 calories in exercise. Hopefully, despite being away this weekend, I'll be able to keep in top of things and report a loss next week. 

Wish me luck!!!