BMI: 32
The diet has suffered. Pity the diet.
One thing that I have found an increasing embuggerance about dieting is that real life gets in the way a lot. Doing a 13 1/2 hour shift and then having to make a mung bean and squirrel tear salad for the next morning is not exactly a winning combination. Going home, getting into my comfiest trackies and eating dripping sandwiches in front of Police Camera Action looks much better. Be that as it may, I certainly am thinking more about what I eat, and what effect that will have on me.
One thing I have learnt is how scarily often I confuse thirst for hunger. You may think that is impossible, but since taking a 1 litre canteen of water with me, every time I feel hungry outside of mealtimes, I have some water. It does usually do the trick. And if it doesn't, well then I probably need something to eat!
This week the Ayatollahs from My Fitness Pal are back in charge of my life, leading me towards the path of food-based spiritual nirvana. I reckon if I don't lose the weight directly they will take it in flesh. Also, the exercise regime does seem to be working (especially the swimming) as definitely feel like I have dropped a couple of moob cup sizes, and I can even fit into my lovely new Ted Baker suit which I wore for Simon and Gemma's wedding:
This is me with my fellow weight loss warrior, Dave who was also done extremely well! The red wine is obviously low calorie....
