WEIGHT : 233 pounds [eleven pounds lost]
Finally! The barrier is broken! Actually, during the week I seemed to gain a couple of pounds but they have skewed off as well, so I've lost three pounds in total. I'm still lo-carbing, and have noticed a significant change in my appetite. I'm having a big breakfast (bacon and tomatoes (grilled), eggs (fried, scrambled or omelette), mushrooms (fried) and half a slice of toast) and a salad (cheese/ham/egg/sausage) for lunch. By the time it comes to the evening I find I'm hardly hungry at all, so just have a couple of nibblies. I'm never hungry between meals so don't ever feel the need to snack. I haven't had a beer for AGES, although have been indulging occassionally in red wine and whiskey (but not in combination). My exercise routine continues, 70+ miles cycling a week and a bit of football. I think I've lost almost three inches off my waist. Still another five weeks or so to go, and still hope to get down to 224 pounds by then. Life trundles along nicely at the moment, although had a bit of a domestic last night. My best watch (bought by my son by Christmas) had a bit of a mishap a week or so ago when the clasp pin broke. My wife took it to a jewellers who said they'd charge $15 to put a new pin in! We thought about it and contacted the manufacturers who said they'd send us a new pin for free. Fortunately I know a guy who does watch repairs who said he do the pin-fitting for me for free, so I asked my parents to pick up the watch, which they then did so. Then my dad, who is 74, has no watch-repairing experience, has no watch-repairing tools, and WITHOUT EVEN ASKING attempted to repair it himself. Of course, he made a complete bodge of it, bending the casp and stiffening it so much that I need a screwdriver to prise it off every time I need to remove it from my wrist. Naturally, I went ballistic, but my parents were adamant, saying they were only trying to help. IT WAS MY BL**DY WATCH!!! What is it about parents that makes them think their children are always children? I mean, I'm only THIRTY-BL**DY-SEVEN!!!! Sadly, this incident lead on to me saying some things that perhaps I should not have said but that I wanted to say, so I don't know how the situation stands at the moment (not that I'm bothered as I don't really get on with them anyway), but hey ho.