Weighed-in last night — lost 9lbs in all the first week, which I am really pleased about. It’s been a hard week. Thoughts of food have been constantly on my mind. Mum and other friends keep telling me how ”hard” it seems and how much support I’m going to need. I’m not sure whether that helps me by validating my efforts or deters. Hmph.
Group was great last night — counsellor made us write up SMART goals; having done this only a million times in endless strategy planning sessions in the past, it came naturally to me, but was still a very interesting exercise. To engage our left brains, she made us draw pictures of our goals. That was a new one for me. I drew sand-castles, buckets and seashells because I so want to take Stella on a beach holiday and enjoy physical activity with her.
I was greatly encouraged by group; we shared that many of us shut down when we are fat and avoid contacting friends, etc. I identified with that so much.
Tastes the water flavours which are very good, sadly because of the amount of aspartame in them. Aspartame is the product of the devil and will send you straight to Health Hell but I am having to stomach it in my short-term quest to get to Goal.
I walked across Richmond Park to Queen Mary’s Hospital in Roehampton to have my carpal tunnel syndrome seen to by a neurologist. And then walked part of the way back by hopping off the bus early. And i had only chalked up 10,000 steps on my new LL pedometer. Bloody hell! I had expected it to register at least 15,000! Have decided to step up the exercise from today onwards…
