Success!

I had my first weigh-in at Weight Watchers today: a loss of 2.6kgs! Thank fucking christ. I was a little bit worried because I hadn't done a whole lot of exercise the previous week (hardly any really) and didn't track too exactly on the weekend. But hurrah for me, I say.

When the alarm went off this morning I considered staying in bed so I could slink out and straight to WW having not consumed anything, thereby posting a good loss. But I realised this was NOT the correct attitude and I was trying to change my whole lifestyle, not just see the number change on the scale. So I got up, went for a run, had a good breakfast and coffee and felt pretty damn good because of it.

I remember once a few of my friends were chatting about eating habits, and saying how because growing up, their mothers had always told them to snack on fruit, that's what they always did now. They would hardly ever have an icecream or chocolate for a treat, because they hardly ever did as kids. Well, my mother always told me to snack on fruit too, but fat lot of good that did me. As soon as I reached adulthood I went crazy with the freedom to choose my own foods. A couple of months ago I went through a Magnum ice-cream phase where I was eating about 3 or 4 a day. How many points in those things, like 10? Jeebus.

Another thought: having lunch with some friends once, and one ordered a salad for her main meal. "That's a pretty abstemious lunch you're having, K" one remarked. K replied that she hadn't done much exercise that week, so something had to give. Sensible indeed. When will I be able to get to that state of mind? That's how I want to live my life.