The weigh-in for week 60 has been completed and I’m delighted, if a little surprised, to be able to report a -1. It’s not been the easiest of weeks as far as WW is concerned – I’ve been travelling on business, living in hotels and eating in restaurants, which is never the best starting point.
I’ve eaten OK at times and terribly at others, so honestly am quite pleased to be able to knock another pound off. What has been interesting this week is noticing that my mind and my body seem to react differently to periods of poor eating, which could be quite important in the long run. A couple of times this week I noticed that when I’d eaten poorly (left-over KFC for breakfast, followed by a bag of Midget Gems for example, not that I’d ever do such a thing of course) my mind seemed determined to keep me going in the same vein. The incessant chants of “eat, eat eat!” were building from the very start. My body had other ideas though, and while it wasn’t all that easy to hear it, my body was saying “stop it. I’m full up.” The fact that I listened to my body rather than my mind on a couple of occasions this week probably explains why I’m reporting a -1.
Not the most earth-shattering revelation I guess, but quite useful, in the sense that even when my mind seems to be in self-destruct mode, it doesn’t have it all its own way, and my body is sending me signals that I’m perhaps just not used to responding to (or even noticing to be honest).
Did you know that Dutch people sprinkle chocolate onto their toast in the mornings? Either flakes of chocolate or little hundreds and thousands type things? Me neither. No less sensible than nutella I suppose, but I’ve never been a fan of that either.
Anyway, I’m absolutely snowed under with work and study things today, so am going to leave it there for now, which must surely make this my shortest update in a very long time. Possibly ever. Although if I just keep typing for a while, then that won’t be true any more…
Have a great week.
The Shrinking Man