I was worried about today. On Monday, I’d sworn yet again that I’d start a diet, and today was the first weigh-in to see how I’d done.
I had a feeling I’d done well because I “felt thinner”, but at the same time, this was a fairly “easy” diet, so I was worried that I mightn’t get good results.
My first instinct was the right one. I’d done phenomenally. I measured my waist before I left the house. I had gone from 62 inches to 59.5. That’s 151.1 cm. I had lost 2.5 inches or 6 centimetres off my waist. But I didn’t fully trust the measurement. Maybe I squeezed too hard with my measuring tape.
Then I went down to Boots to weigh myself. On Monday, I weighed 26 stone 6 pounds (370 pounds or 167.9 kilos). Today I weigh 25 stone 3 pounds (353 pounds or 160.2 kilos). In 6 days, I have lost 1 stone and 3 pounds (17 pounds or 7.7 kilos). That’s incredible.
I’ve still got the printouts from the scales. I keep double-checking them just on case I’m wrong.
It’s even more amazing considering how easy I’ve made this diet. The rules are simple: 3 meals per day, one course in each meal, no eating while standing or walking or sitting in the car, no pizza, no biscuits, no cakes, no baguettes. That’s basically it. I’m more or less just trying to be normal with food. And I’ve followed all the rules so far.
And so far it’s working. I already feel better. I’m still at what is possibly my lowest level of fitness ever and I do find myself tiring very quickly, but my digestive system is beginning to behave and I just have a greater feeling of physical and metal wellness.
The last time I managed to stick to a diet for a whole week was last September, so this is significant. I’d kind of begun to believe that I would never control my eating again, so this is exciting.
Of course, the more you have, the more you lose. And the first week is always a big loss. I’m sure next week, I’ll struggle to lose two pounds, but I’ll try.
I’m going to have a little treat now, and then it all starts again.
I want to end this on a confident note and say something like “Watch Connor disappear, Bitchez!” but I know better. I know to be scared. And I am scared, but a journey of a million miles starts with a single step. And my single step has gone alright. It was bloody amazing – 17 pounds in 6 days!- so I’m scared but also confident.
Connor has a project.