Border Patrol

Sigh...
Feels like I'm a border patrolman at the minute - today's weigh-in result was:
15 stone 0.25.

This means I'm officially back in the world of having lost 5.5 stone, and also that I've lost four pounds this week. Four solid pounds that is - when I came back from London on Friday, my Saturday morning unofficial weigh-in showed 14 stone 11, so that's three pounds of false reading or regained weight over the weekend. I should still feel positive about this week though - have almost entirely obliterated theups and downs of March, but rather than that, I feel like March simply hasn't happened at all - I've made no progress during four hard, weird weeks.In fact, being really picky, I'm still back three-quarters of a pound from where I was coming into this month.

Seems like the 15 stone border is, to put it mildly, a right evil sonofabitch to crack.I've barely dabbled in the realms of 14 stonehood, and then been repelled, dabbled again, and been repelled....

Sigh.

On the positive side, a four pound loss is a four pound loss, even if in real terms it's only a re-loss. Need to push on now in the next seven days. Want ot be looking at my next border - 14 stone 7, or my six stone barrier.

Just did a quick BMI check, and apparently, round about the 13 stone 7 mark, I cross another big barrier, from obesity to simply overweightness. At the moment that seems like a somewhat distant dream, whereas when I get to 14 stone 7, it will feel comparitively attaiable, as though the weight of history is on my side. Mind you, by then, I'll have lost six stone and be looking at the next big milestone just one stone away, so the weight of history will be on my side. Till then, on we go, playing hopscotch with the 15 stone border. And we're off to the bike...