I'm off on holiday in a few days. Before I pile on the pounds with a New York bagel or two I thought I'd report in to say that I've lost nearly a stone since the end of March. This is slower progress than I originally intended. On the upside a few people have said that I look like I've lost more than that.
Most amazingly, I don't seem to be doing much that's different. In contrast, a vegetarian friend on the Slimming World plan told me about all the modifications to her diet she'd made. This included adaptions to her famous Sunday roast nut loaf. 'That sounds disgusting!' I tactfully told her. 'It was!' she replied.
I haven't made any changes to the type of food that I eat, or for that matter to the portions. Most of the time it's pretty healthy anyway though I never choose those low fat options. I've got grave suspicions something else just as nasty is used as a replacement most of the time. In the past I've probably had a sweet/chocolate thing going but that's long gone. Mind you if you dangle a Dime bar in front of me I wouldn't say no. Perhaps I've cut down on booze a bit but I still enjoy a pint or two down the pub.
So it's got to be down to increasing exercise but this doesn't seem to be burdensome. I still run two or three times a week. Swimming down the cove at least three times weekly seems an absolute joy. It's probably a twenty minute walk up and down a hill to get there so that probably adds to the calories burned. I'm going to have to think of an activity that's just as pleasurable to replace this in winter when the sea temperature drops and the nights are darker.
Two things have occurred to me lately. The first is that I seem to be rejoicing the process of becoming less of a person. Nearly 10% of me has disappeared! Secondly I always said that I'd stop the dieting if I lost my curves. With this progress that seems to be no effort anymore I might not have much choice. Let's see what happens when equilibrium is established.