I was doing absolutely awesome on my weight loss as seen in my previous post. I weighed myself Saturday morning and got 90.2kg. Oh. My. God. Nearly in the 80s! I can’t explain how happy and excited I was. It was my big goal to get in the 80’s by Thursday for weigh-in*.

So what did I do Saturday night? Had McDonald’s for dinner at 9pm. The stupid thing about it? I wasn’t even that hungry and wasn’t craving McD’s. I didn’t even care what I ate. I should have just had a McD’s salad. I can’t believe the amount of disappointment I feel. I have never been this disappointed. I think it’s because I was finally getting somewhere.
I jumped on the scales this morning and got 91.4kg. FUCK IT. Today is Tuesday. Weigh-in is in two days. The solution? EXERCISE. Tonight I’m going to power-walk up our road (a good angled hill) and tomorrow I’m playing tennis with Rob. We will play for at least two hours and so long as I stick to my points I should lose this week.
Exercise is the only way, if I eat less I will faint. It’s not good to starve!

I have told a few people my dilemma and they say, “don’t worry you won’t gain, you’ll probably stay the same or lose 100g”. That’s not the point! I want to lose 800g to 1kg. Something substantial.

Wish me luck! And think of me literally sweating my ass off exercising.

*NB. Of course different scales give different weights, but I knew I was close.