Going down

Whew. Hopped on the scales and I'm down to 84kg. I haven't starved either. I could do better this week, as I was a bit disorganised during the days. This week we've got lots of veges to have. Actually one of my favourite lunches from last week was the extra pumpkin that I roasted, with a little Southwest dressing on top. That was really tasty. I got a piece of pumpkin for this week too, plus some kumera, which I thought I could roast whole and reheat with something stuffed inside. Yum.

The weird thing is that I still think of myself as a skinny person, like I used to be. So I find it really frustrating not to fit smaller clothes, and I expect that I will not have rolls and bumps showing at all in clothes. But, of course, I do. I won't wear clothes that are too tight just so that I can pretend I'm a smaller size, because comfort is so important. I guess I'm a big advocate for stylish clothes that fit a curvier body. Here are some things I find very frustrating with the fit of clothing I have come across:

• Tights that won't stay up, and have a narrow band at the top that cuts in, leaving bulge lines.
• Underwear that is supposed to flatten and flatter that accentuates the blobbiness by forcing flab to gather outside the edges. Oh, and control underwear that won't stay put, rolling and riding up.
• Hipster jeans that are uncomfortable- either digging in or falling down.
• Undies that go up your bum. Into the bin they go!!!!!
• Boots that won't fit a generous calf.
• Tops that fit, but bulge at the buttons over the bust. Or that won't fit the bust.
• Jackets that are way too big in the shoulders but won't fit across the bust or hips.
• Knee-high tights that don't go to the knee.
• Anything that clings to a bulgy tummy.

I'm sure I'm not the only one with clothing issues! Everyone has a different body shape. I'm fortunate that I have an hourglass figure.

Bye for now, my lovely friends. XXX

Mr B's got my back

I've got Mr B supporting my Fatty Challenge efforts. Especially since the first week was such a disaster. Miss M suggested that I dust myself off and get back on that horse. Yes, I love the cliche, except it reminds me of the time I fell off my horse at riding school and the riding instuctor made me get back on. I couldn't control my legs to put my feet in the stirrups, and can't recall much about the time between falling off in a paddock and getting back to the arena. I'm sure I got knocked out and had concussion. Apart from that I'm back on my horse (a clydesdale at the moment) and I've done ok today.

• Minestrone soup for a late brunch as stayed in bed talking to Mum on phone for ages.
• 1 smallish piece of citrus slice and a couple of small bits of bagel. NO hot chocolate!
• A pita pocket with Tuscan smoked chicken and salad.

I have to admit I did have a few chocolate buttons. See that munching comfort eating thing struck again. Anyway, I've made a salad for lunch tomorrow.

The plan for tomorrow.

• Porridge with low fat milk.
• Fruit.
• Salad with tuna or salmon.
• Fruit and crackers.
• Fresh pasta with a tomato based sauce and salad.