167.8lb

It's been an out of sorts kind of week, with a funeral thrown in for good measure. I've been sneak peeking all week, and early indications were for a four pounds loss. At one point during the week, I was about a stone lighter than The Main Man. That's amazing to me. My weight this morning was 2.8lb down and took me a tiny bit below twelve stone and still at least ten pounds lighter than my other half. I've been under twelve stone all week, but now it's my official mfp weight. While it's not as low as I achieved during my SP, I still feel good about it. I could have weighed heavy because my moons arrived a good week and a half early. Three weeks between periods is so not the way to go! I hope it's not the start of my body messing me about because it's lost body fat. At my age, it would be hard to tell if it was amenorrhoea or menopause! I'll watch it for a few months and see what happens.

My loss so far is ninety-three pounds. I started at 260.6lbs and now I'm 167.8lbs. When I see it written down, starting weight as two sixty something, current weight now one sixty something, it puts it into perspective for me. I've come a long way. 

I was wary of the funeral this week because I hate being in situations where I'm not in control of my food. Once I'm maintaining, I'll learn to lighten up, but till then, I want to remain in charge. The first hurdle of my two days was negotiated with ease, more by good luck than good judgment. There was a gathering at the house before heading to the chapel, as I was quite late, because I'd been to work, I had no food, which suited me just fine. I actually ended up getting a relatively early train home, so I was able to make dinner for myself. Total control. Yeah Baby! I made spuds, bacon and mushrooms and even had some cheese. All within allowance.

I am definitely learning some restraint and even managing to practice it sometimes. Like measuring out 50g of cheese and not picking at a wee bit more, adding an extra 10g but not counting it (and it's forty or so cals) Or cooking a pot of chilli and not eating it all, just because I have the allowance, actually stopping because I've had enough. And the one I'm most proud of this week, having loads of cals left and not buying the tub of ice cream even though my cals would cover it, but going home and cooking proper food. That's a true achievement for me.

I know it's vain, but when I'm wearing something I like, I take a photo of it. It seems to encourage me. I'm vanity personified at the moment. My funeral outfit looked quite well. I was dressed entirely by George at ASDA, which means it was all cheap, and I won't mind when I get too small for it.

At the funeral itself, my nephew didn't recognize me. He said, "You are getting so tiny!" (It was definitely in italics in my head.)  Then he told me that one of my sisters had asked if he'd seen me, he looked around at the choir (where I was actually standing at the time) and told her no. He looked right at me! It was only as he left the chapel and looked again, that he recognized me. And in the car, on the way to the hotel for a cuppa afterwards, one of my brothers said, "You're shrinking away to nothing." In all, it was a big day for people noticing that I'm a lot thinner than I was the last time they saw me. Cousins, aunts and uncles all had something to say. It was all very positive. Even the uncle who said in his booming voice, so at least two tables of famiy heard, "Keep the weight off this time," didn't mean it badly. He's just a man of a certain age, with no idea of tact. He's concerned for my health. Of course, I couldn't exactly let it lie. I had to reply, "Well, I'll do my best, but there's no guarentees. You never know, this time two months from now, I might be a fat bastard again."

I discovered a cousin who's also using mfp. And I was raging (jokingly) to discover that while I was on a 235 day streak, he was on 277!!! We spent the day boring the rest of the table with our comparisons of calories, and checking out how many cals were in a pint of guinness :-)

Yesterday, TMM and I decided to do the Parkrun which takes place in the park about a minute's walk from our house. I hadn't done Parkrun for about two years. I've been nervous of doing it while I was so close to doing 5k in forty minutes. As I managed 5k in just under thirty-three minutes, I didn't feel so self conscious about running with a couple of hundred other people. It was, well, fun isn't exactly the right word, but I was glad I did it. And it was a good time for me. Certainly my fastest at Bangor Parkrun. Position 204 in a field of 249, so definitely not last :-)

By way of an antidote to my vanity, and all the clothes shots I'm subjecting y'all to, I will post a photo taken at the Parkrun. There's always someone there, taking shots for the Facebook page. This is a perfect example of how what I see in my head is totally different to the reality. This photo totally gives lie to the fact that in my head, when I run, I imagine a svelte, athletic individual.

Will you look at that? Even the fact that I'm dressed entirely in black doesn't help! :-) Ah well. Who cares? At least I look happy. Sort of :-)

After that, we walked to a shopping centre, earning me a few more cals, as it's a half hour walk each way. I bought a stole sort of thing, which I love. And I couldn't help wearing it straight away. TMM was in a different shop at the time, and when he came looking for me, he nearly walked past me because I was wearing somehing different. He says I'm not safe to be left alone for five minutes. 

Taken in a loo in a coffee shop. That's a changing table behind me :-) The stole is furry and multi coloured. What's not to love?

I spent last night (after Strictly Come Dancing of course) carving pumpkin lanterns

and making pumpkin soup. I'm avoiding pumpkin pie this year. I'm not making anything that involves pastry. I don't know what else to do with scooped out pumpkin flesh. And I have a lot of it to use. 

There's about a kilo and a half in the freezer, and I used over a kilo in the current pot of soup. I have to contend with the sweets in the house for the kids that might call to the house. I hope we get some. Otherwise there's a lot to take in to work on Tuesday!

Today I didn't run. TMM and I went for a walk, in order to earn eating breakfast out. In fact, we ended up walking both before and after our meal, which as always, became more of a lunch than a breakfast. Weather wise, it's been a great weekend, so it was lovely that TMM wasn't working, and we were able to take advantage of it.