OK, so - much to my surprise, at my second weekly weigh-in, this was the result:
20 stone, 3.5 pounds.
That means in two weeks, I've lost four pounds. Which is pretty much as planned. Although of course, given that I lost more than three pounds in the first week, this week's loss is technically behind schedule. That said, I'm refusing to blame the gorgeous crunchy sweetness of the fortune cookie for that.
Not while I have another perfectly good scapegoat standing by.
I've discovered something about the whole 'eating fruit to stimulate the metabolism' thing. Basically, bananas shouldn't count. I know, I know, anyone who's tried to diet properly in the last 20 years is now looking at me going "You're a moron, you know that?" - but I've just discovered that bananas...have a rather binding effect. Especially when you eat quite a few of them in one day. The day before you weigh yourself.
All the potential flushing effects of yesterday morning and the diabetic medication mix-up appear to have been pretty much for nought, because right now, I have to tell you, I'm still carrying most of yesterday's meals around with me. I mean, I know I said I was getting into a chipmunk mentality, but storing whole meals in my colon for days on end - not what I had in mind!
Note to self: Bananas - yummy, but counter-productive.
So I'm sort of assuming that when - oh, when?! - the grip of the bananas around my colon is relaxed, I may in fact lose some more from the recorded weight of this morning...but hey - that'll be a way to cheat this week!
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