Last night I practised great restraint. TMM fancied a takeaway. I'd had feeling he might suggest it and told myself I'd just cook something healthy for myself. When he suggested it however, the idea of a Chinese chicken chow mein was really appealing and I seriously considered it. But chalk one up to the healthy options, I said I was okay cooking and I made myself a spicy pork sweet and sour. It was lovely. He still fancied takeaway, so got a pizza. Goodness knows how many hundreds of calories I saved myself! I was very pleased to finish the day slightly under target. A pizza would never have allowed that.
It's the first time in a couple of months that I've managed to say no when a Chinese or pizza has been on offer. We used to eat them at least once a week. In recent months, it's been far less for me, though TMM still eats them a little more than I think is healthy. But I hate the idea of nagging him into eating less processed food. I don't want to become an evangelist, or worse, to become smug and all about him having to eat better just because I do. Of course, then I want to balance it with wanting him to live well. All I can do is make sure if I'm eating well, that the option is there for him to as well. Lord knows, he's big enough and ugly enough to take care of himself. Thankfully though, a lot of the time, we do manage to eat together, and for the most part, home cooking is the way we choose to go. Tonight was a perfect example. He got home from work a bit before me, and by the time I was in the door, he was cooking spuds, cauli and bacon medallions. All very low cal, especially as I now tend to eschew most condiments, especially Tommy K. Too full of sugar.
But none of this means that these things are entirely off the menu. If I fancy a bit of ketchup with my fry up, I will have it. And I'm definitely not abstaining from chicken chow mein and pizza for ever. I just want to eat it less, so that when I do have some, I truly enjoy it as a treat, and not something I feel entitled to have every day. Where's the fun in that? It's nothing special. It becomes common place.
A couple of NSVs in the last two days. All of a sudden, they are coming thick and fast. Like the double takes. I'm starting to see people look at me twice as they have to check that it's really me. One guy who delivers to us at work, stood at the counter and looked at me in my office, shook his head and said,"Fucking amazing!" And that was it. That was all she wrote :-) I'm 100% sure it was a compliment.
One of my work mates finally commented yesterday. He was a bit reticent, I think afraid of insulting me. But he basically said,"I'm not meaning to be cheeky, but have you lost a lot of weight?" I was chuffed to see that someone in work had noticed! At last. So I just said that, yes, I had, and it wasn't at all cheeky. In fact, it made my day.
Today, my NSVs were clothing related. I can get back in to my biker leathers, not that I have a bike at the moment. My leather trousers and textile jaket, that zip in to a one piece, fit again. And actually look okay! Also, a vintage red leather biker jacket, from the 70's, given to me by a fellow alcoholic at AA about eight years ago, I can wear it again! I'm super chuffed about that, as it's a pure classic piece of clothing. And I love it! Guess what I'm wearing tomorrow!!! And TMM asked me to try on a green leather jacket of his. It fits too, actually better than my own red one. So I now have two leather jackets at my disposal. Oh, and a Winter coat, that I bought in a charity shop, for £3.50. It fits snuggly, so by the end of winter, when I no longer need it, it should be too big, if I keep losing. Even as my losses slow down, this should be the last Winter that I need that coat. Because, as I've said before, is will be the last time I need to lose weight.
So, Friday tomorrow. The end of my first week back to work after my week off. As far as food is concerned, I've ended each day within budget. Mostly even a little under. As far as exercise goes, I've managed one decent walk with TMM and one short one. Not so hot. No running at all. TMM gets up for a very early shift at work in the morning, so I will try again then. I will finish my working week with a wee three miler before breakfast. I will keep setting the alarm until it takes!
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