Slow couple of days

There hasn't been much to write about for the last day or two. Things have been going along nicely. "No jolts, no surprises," as Barry Manilow sings. Showing my age there! And my easy-listening taste in music! So, what's been happening? TMM and I went for a short walk on Monday evening. Not much, but it's a start. And I can really feel a difference in my health. Just the small amount of weight I've lost (two and a half stone is a lot to lose, I just mean in comparison to what I need to lose in total. It works out at 13% of my over all starting body weight) is more than enough for me to feel less breathy and sweaty after a walk.

Penfold and I are going to our new class this evening. Motivational talk and then exercise. It should be good craic. That's really the reason I'm going. I'm doing okay with following the mfp app by myself, but it's good to have a laugh and support from others who are in the same boat. I'll update afterwards, to say how it's gone.

I'll be waiting till then to eat too. I don't want to rush my evening meal. It's my main source of daily cals. I'm looking forward to making a big frittata this evening.

And now the update.

Okay. That doesn't look anywhere near as good as it tasted :-) The lighting wasn't good. Or is that just a bad workman blaming his tools? Whatever. My piss-poor photography not withstanding, my dinner, when I finally ate it, was delicious, and just what I needed. I was really hungry by the time I got home from the class. Add in the fact that I'd done half an hour of jumping about like a lunatic, and sweating like an a bit, and I deserved my meal. A massive omelette. Mmmmm! With low cal bread. I hadn't had bread in ages.

The class. It was really good fun. I knew the leader and some of the girls from Slimming World, so it was a comfortable group of people to join up with. There were plenty of laughs throughout the talk and it felt nicely informal. I weighed at least half a stone heavier than my Sunday morning weight, but I'm neither shocked nor worried by that. Wrong time of day, fully clothed, there are a few variables different. I'm happy enough to take the different weights relevant to each other. So compare Sunday am with Sunday am, and Wednesday pm with Wednesday pm. It'll be interesting to see what I weigh next Wed night. I was sixteen ten on her scales tonight, but sixteen two on my own on Sunday morning. So long as both numbers go down, that's all that matters.

The exercise. Oh good grief. I'm so outta shape. Man alive! I sweated buckets, and I'm fairly sure the sale of incontinence pads is going to be on the rise, but I'm glad I did it. I had fun (in a perverse way) and I earned extra cals, which I've no intention of eating, so it'll aid my loss this week hopefully. I need to invent a sport's bra for my belly. My boobs were rock solid, but my stomach, it so much. Wibbly wobbly. Big style.

So, it was a success and I'm looking forward to next week.