Another appointment with the Health Advisor. This time I'm going to get a list of meals, based on the Eatwell Plate. Ms Sabbath has spotted that I eat more than I should, rather than working on the pretext that I am starving. This is a step in the right direction. She is also going to get me on the waiting list for CBT, which is what I need to actually be able to stick to diets, or at least I hope so.
There was a trainee in the room while I was there. Ms Sabbath had to pop out for a minute and the trainee started making light conversation. She was delightfully drippy.
"Have you been coming long?"
"Yes, over a year," I said.
"Oh, really? Have you lost much weight?"
"No, nothing."
"Oh dear! Have you had your fibroids checked?"
"My fibroids? No!" This was news to me. I had no idea that scar tissue in the womb could cause weight gain.
"Oh, yes," continued the trainee, "Some people have an underactive fibroid."
I had to blink a couple of times to keep my face straight. Still some training to go, possibly.
Saturday, 16 October 2010
Friday, 1 October 2010
I just had a week of late nights, pizza and cake followed by a weekend where I managed to get out for a not-quite-four hour walk, before downing the best part of a bottle of red. Fairly good fun all in all (and I did play table tennis and pool in the pub - that must have used up a few calories, surely?).
The dreaded 3lb I put on seem to have faded away and Ms Sabbath claimed I'd lost 250g (which I think is 10 oz in old money). That's the difference in weight between a pair of jeans and a linen trouser suit. If I want to continue to lose weight this way, I'll be naked by Xmas.
Well, Ms Sabbath wants me to record what I eat (I know, we've been here before) so she can judge whether I'm eating too much or too little for the exercise I do. So, to judge the portion sizes, she asked me to take photos of what I eat. Of course, I'm not all that organised and I've only managed a few. I didn't, for example, photograph the two squares of milk chocolate I enjoyed at break-time, and I have, so far, failed to photograph my dinner, but there's still a few days to go.
Meanwhile, for your enjoyment: a) Lunch a la Tesco
and c) Lunch-box Still Life.
The dreaded 3lb I put on seem to have faded away and Ms Sabbath claimed I'd lost 250g (which I think is 10 oz in old money). That's the difference in weight between a pair of jeans and a linen trouser suit. If I want to continue to lose weight this way, I'll be naked by Xmas.
Well, Ms Sabbath wants me to record what I eat (I know, we've been here before) so she can judge whether I'm eating too much or too little for the exercise I do. So, to judge the portion sizes, she asked me to take photos of what I eat. Of course, I'm not all that organised and I've only managed a few. I didn't, for example, photograph the two squares of milk chocolate I enjoyed at break-time, and I have, so far, failed to photograph my dinner, but there's still a few days to go.
Meanwhile, for your enjoyment: a) Lunch a la Tesco
b) Museli in a Bowl
and c) Lunch-box Still Life.
David Bailey eat your heart out.
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