No, Not that kind of stone! I weighed myself just before we headed off for our holiday. In the space of a smidgeon under two months the 'elephant in the bathroom' has lost seven whole pounds. I know that there might be some people out there will be rather underwhelmed by my achievement. After all, aren't there plans where you're supposed to be able to lose more than that in a week? But I'm as pleased as punch.
For aside from stepping up the running it seems that I've done very little in the way of dieting. Well okay maybe there's a little bit less snacking and midweek vino. But I've still have a couple of naughty binges and even got a little bit tipsy on a few occasions. After all isn't that what fizzy wine and girlie catch ups are for?
Now things are going in the right direction I'll admit that my original weight loss target was three stone which would get me to normal BMI for my height. There's a proviso here. When I've seen photos of younger self at near that weight I look like skin and bone, not healthy at all. Since then too, somewhere along the path towards self appreciation I learned to love my curves. If there comes a time when I don't like what I see in the mirror I'll be making sure that I do everything in my power to stop the progression to string bean. If it means more chocolate it's a small sacrifice to pay!
I'm wondering how I'll fare on holiday in a country that's famed for its divine food and drink. I suspect there would be no bell rung at the weigh in at next week's slimming club if I was a member of one. Thankfully I'm not. What encourages me is there's been ups and downs on this two month journey. I'm fairly confident that even if there are a couple too many almond croissants with my name on there'll all be jogged off again within a couple of weeks.