Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes. That's either a virtual orgasm or a Snoopy dance, which ever your imagination can handle. A four pound loss, which means that I have lost two stone in eight weeks. Yes, that bears repeting, in italics and bold. Two stone in eight weeks! The grin has not left my face at all since I stepped off the scales. It makes winning all the internal arguements, about whether I can eat a sneaky bit of chocolate or cheese, worth it.
TMM was so pleased for me too. He looks around me and says, in a mock confused voice, "Where'd it go?" refering to the banished, excess weight. He just loves that losing it makes me feel so much better about myself than I feel when I'm carrying it about on me.
We went out for breakfast. Well, it was totally lunch by the time we got out of the house. We were planning on going out for a fry up anyway, since we're both off work, and we didn't go yesterday, going to his folks house for a visit instead. When we went out today though, it felt like a wee celebration. I already have a rough count of calories, worked out on the mfp app, of what the full fry at our wee cafe comes to. It's just under eight hundred cals. I know that sounds like a lot, but I reason it out thusly. It's to count for two meals, breakfast and lunch, and I will not need a big tea or dinner this evening. Plus, it feels like a real treat, and so means I don't feel deprived, as I might if I had scambled eggs and bacon, while I watched TMM scarf up all the nice things I love about a fry (sausages and potato bread) In all, I consider it 800 calories well spent. See below. Today's brunch. Mmmmm. *Homer Simpson-esque drools*
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