Officially, it will be two months complete this Saturday. This is a milestone and I am happy thus far. Up to this point I have lost one stone in weight. I know this weight loss won’t last indefinitely but for now, it’s good. Sitting here thinking of fourteen pounds gone, I can’t help but chuckle at the cosmic injustice of weight gain vs. weight loss. The experts say that the loss of about a half kilo to a kilo a week is healthy. The injustice lies in the fact that I can put a kilo of weight on in about two days, three if I pace myself. It took my two months to lose 6.3 kilos and if I tried, I could gain it all back in a week. How bloody fair is that? Cosmically unjust, says I. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not grousing at the results of the 5:2 diet, I am simply reflecting on the self-control required to lose weight in stark contrast to the self-indulgence required to gain. Self-indulgence seems much more fun, however, the consequences are far reaching indeed.
Alright, on to the nuts and bolts of today. I skipped going to the gym just because I felt like taking today off. I also skipped my coffee, which is unusual but I feel fine. I ate my fried egg (75) and piece of low-cal toast (45) about 1:00pm. Dinner consisted of a 4.25oz grilled chicken breast (127.5), 200g steamed broccoli (59), 1/3C brown rice (73), 3oz baby greens (20), 1T salad dressing (12.5), 3oz sliced orange bell peppers (40), and 1/4C herbed feta cheese (70) for a whopping 522 calories.
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