So last week was my third week. I wasn't a bit optimistic at all cos I've had a weird sickness and I was picking at whatever took my fancy instead of stuff I knew I had to eat. In my case it was Rich Tea biccies, not the worst of foods to be fair but still, not exactly diet friendly. Also, I had my friend Nic Nac's birthday on the Saturday night where more than 5 (my self imposed allocation) martini's were consumed! I resisted the urge to eat everything that wasn't nailed down the following day as the FEAR enveloped me but did have some chocolate that evening.
The day of the weigh in came and I swear I felt like I was off to the gallows I was dreading it that much. The class had 16 new members on top of 50 members already and each of them looked up when I screamed with delight when I realised I was 2.5lbs down. I couldn't believe it. You'd swear I lost half a stone in one go the way I was carrying on. But it was my own personal little goal. In 3 weeks, I've lost 7.5lbs and I couldn't be happier about it. My original goal was to lose 2 stone in time for Dublin's first game of the GAA championship in June. I've now revised that so that I lose a stone by 1st April as I have a wedding. So that gives me 8 weeks to lose 14lbs. Can I do it? YES I CAN!
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